Chapter 66 Out Of Character

• ~~Luke~~
• I knew this day would come, the day my son’s murderer, Sara, would make parole. I’d pictured it a million times—what I’d do, what I’d say, who I’d become. Sometimes, in those imaginations, I tell myself it won’t matter. Fifteen years is a long time to keep the past hovering over your head, so whenever she got out, I’d be indifferent about it. But I see now that I’ve been lying to myself. I’m not calm. I’m not indifferent. I want to set something on fire.
• In my defense, that theory might have worked if she’d actually stayed in prison the entire fifteen years. But it’s been five years.