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.

illness and trick Charles into

reward her a new dress, maybe her favorite cinnamon rolls, or just a rare, approving

Charlie miserable, hurting Evelyn and her daughter, was the

influence, Sandy's sense of right and wrong had

who

had driven her to her

about it, the

line in Sandy's diary: Mom, I love you so much. Will you

rage. "I wish I could cut your heart open and see if it's

pressed against Dahlia's

tip sliced through skin

clarity, the knife splitting her flesh

cold sweat pouring

drained

tore through the

struggle, terrified that the slightest movement would send Wesley's blade plunging straight into her

I swear,

me this once, please?"

Wesley didn't even blink.

was

knife deliberately, leaving

gash above her

gushed out, soaking her

button-down shirt in crime

Dahlia's hair and shirt clung to her,

cold sweat.

for breath,

the pain had ended-but it had only

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