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I pushed the envelope across the table to her “What’s this?”

“Your life, your real life” I saw fear enter her eyes before she picked up the envelope and tore it open Inside was all the inforathered on her over the last few months

The life she’d hidden fro the boy she’d met and married “You have a choice Leave now and never come back Or I’ll have you locked away for the rest of your life”

“How did you get this?” She rifled through the sheets of paper that spelled out her lies

“That’s not important What is irow up in foster care because your family died in a fire, you set that fire”

“Those records were sealed, I was a kid, how did you…?”

“Like I said, that’s not important What’s more important to me is the reason behind what you did It’s all spelled out in there The doctor at the time labeled you psychotic, but that’s not true, is it, Lauren? You’re just a narcissistic sociopath You killed your whole family because your father refused to buy you a bicycle”

“One little girl that you envied had one, and when he told you he couldn’t afford that particular one, but he’d get you one from the second-hand store, you waited until they fell asleep and burned the house down around the your parents and your little brother, as three years old”

“I was a child; I didn’t knohat I was doing”

“No, Lauren, even though you were only eight at the time, I’ve read this report Your psychiatrist at the tiht into your act, but these words you spoke and the actions you took tellIt’s the sa now But you’re not allowed, not with my Derrick”

She hissed at my choice of words, but I sincerely didn’t care “It’s the day after the holiday; I need to get back toto be?” Oh, the hate, but I needed her to keep that hate going because it would cloud her judg that ht into my trap