Chapter 167

• Melissa
• My insides burn with the reminder that someone out there is an accomplice to wanting me dead. I can’t think of anyone who might want me dead—not even one person and that just shows how innocent I think everyone around me is.
• I stared as Neil kept cooing in his sleep, wondering if what Marcus said about him not remembering anything was true. I won’t be able to forgive myself if anything turns out to affect him when he grows up to be that little boy running around and asking if he can play soccer.