Chapter 537

Wesley thought back to the diary Charles had shown him-the one Sandy had written.

She'd hidden it herself, wedged deep between the mattress and box spring.

Aiden had found it when he'd hired someone to clean out the lake house.

He gave it to Charles.

Charles read it, and then passed it on to Wesley.

Wesley could never forget how much his heart ached as he read Sandy's words.

Sandy had grown crooked.

But it was Dahlia who had twisted her.

She was just a child.

A little girl desperate for her mother's love.

From the moment she could remember, her biggest wish was for her mom to love her the way other moms loved their children.

She'd thought, if she just did everything her mother asked, if she was good and obedient, maybe one day her mom would love her.

If her mom didn't love her enough, it had to be because she wasn't good enough, because she hadn't done enough to make her mother proud.

So, when Dahlia told her to set up Charlie, she listened.

When Dahlia told her to frame Evelyn, she did it without question.

her mother asked her to fake an illness and trick

Dahlia's instructions, each time she did it well, her mother would reward her a new dress, maybe her favorite cinnamon rolls, or

that making Charlie miserable, hurting Evelyn and her daughter, was the right thing

influence, Sandy's sense of right and wrong had become

who had

had driven her to

thought about it, the colder his

Sandy's diary: Mom, I

wish I could cut your

pressed against Dahlia's chest

tip sliced through

terrifying clarity, the knife splitting her flesh

over her, cold

face drained

tore through

dare struggle, terrified that the slightest movement would send Wesley's blade plunging

swear, I know I was

me this once, please?"

Wesley didn't even blink.

hand was merciless,

knife deliberately,

above

gushed out, soaking her

button-down shirt in crime

time the first cut was over, Dahlia's hair and

cold sweat.

gasped for

the pain had ended-but it

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