The Girl They Blamed

d kind, became my harbor. Ethan Harrison, the paramedic who pulled me from the churning water, promised a future. Four years later,

mb for thirteen bludgeoned souls. The weapon, they said, was Mr. Harrison's prize

w bayed for my blood. I was cuffed, my compass necklace ripped from my neck, thrown into a cold ce

ure: Traumatic Memory Unveiling. He wanted answers, closure. He was desperate to kill that last, t

wisted than any of them could imagine. Because they saw a monster. They didn't see the silent sacrifices, the horrifying choices I m