The weight of my body is heavy as I drag myself up the stairs. Disappointment clogs my throat, disappointment at myself. I was doing so good. I thought I was over him.

I am over him. I'm not going to remain hung up on a killer that had used me for the rest of my life, am I?

Time, time. My body needs to recognize that it's mine now. I'll explain that to Willem this night. Or tomorrow, if he doesn't particularly want to speak with me tonight.

When I finally haul myself to ...