was looking for

pictures from our honeymoon, a si

box in the attic, stuff he' d brought from h

uttered to myself, carefull

x was

ks and old jerseys, was

photo

, unwelcome prickl

ting, but younge

hit me like a

everything. Ashley Ki

eath

, my hand

s a j

from t

rth," his memories of

om the "Lakesid

ng, the body I inhabited,

burned int

Ashley can' t be trusted

way. I can keep an eye on

e for Chloe fil

Chloe

true

on he wa

ye

kindness, his lo

e-long act to monit

ct life

attic felt thic

the journal falling

, innocent movement agai

nd didn'

my best

ught I was