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Part 3 – Epilogue
Transcribed from the notes and session recording of March 16 conducted by Dr. Patrick Templeman, forensic psychiatrist, with Michael Reece, currently awaiting trial on charges of first-degree murder. Dr. Templeman: Thank you for joining me today, Mr. Reece. Michael Reece: It’s Doctor Reece. And you say that as if I had a choice in the matter. They brought me down here in handcuffs. Have you noticed the handcuffs? Dr. Templeman: How are you feeling today? Michael Reece: I wonder…-
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Part 3 – Chapter 41
PARADISO Death is not extinguishing the light; it is only putting out the lamp because the dawn has come. ~ Rabindranath Tagore What we call memory is the intersection between imagination and fact. Memories are the stories we tell ourselves about the important events in our lives. In the telling, some details get lost, others embellished, until truth is closer to fiction. It’s like Fiona said. Each of us make our own truths, even ghosts. I suppose I should’ve figured it out the day she…-
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Part 2 – Chapter 40
New Year’s Eve In the candlelight, Aidan’s face is as beautiful as an angel’s. “How are you so pretty?” I murmur, tracing a finger across the angle of his cheek then down to his jaw. His dark beard is soft and springy under my fingertip. We’re lying in bed at my house, facing each other, the lengths of our nude bodies aligned from chest to thighs. My feet are tucked between his calves. One of his biceps cradles my head. He’s using the other arm to keep me bound tight against…-
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Part 2 – Chapter 39
Four months ago As I sit at the kitchen table staring at my wedding ring in the palm of my hand, I sift through all the memories of my marriage to Michael, both good and bad, until I realize that the reason I haven’t taken off this ring before now is very simple. I’ve been honoring the dead. My dead child. My dead marriage. My dead hopes for the future that included them both. All the things I once cherished are gone. Now, the only way I can think of to move on from the past is to do…-
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Part 2 – Chapter 38
I knew almost from the beginning that Kayla was it for me. Those eyes, you know? So pretty, but so sad. It would take a while to find out what she was so sad about. By then, I’d told her about my father, about how abusive he was. About what I did to protect my mother from his violent rages. About how I’d spent time in prison for it. The judge was lenient because I was underage. My mother’s testimony helped, too, as did all the other witnesses the defense called to prove we were living in…-
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Part 2 – Chapter 37
PURGATORIO Even in the grave, all is not lost. ~ Edgar Allan Poe When I told Kayla that ghosts are simply souls with a story to tell, it was the truth. But the thing about ghosts is that they’re unreliable narrators. Especially when they’re telling a story to themselves. Figuring out that you’re dead is complicated business. A shout comes from behind me. I turn to find Sandy running down the hall toward us at top speed, her eyes wide and her face white. Clinging to my leg, Bennett…-
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Part 1 – Chapter 9
Dear Kayla, Thank you for writing me back. As for all the questions you asked, none of them matter. I’m sorry if that sounds rude, but it’s the truth. I’ll always tell you the truth. I can’t do otherwise. Here’s a verse you might appreciate: But already my desire and my will were being turned like a wheel, all at one speed, by the Love that moves the sun and the other stars. What do you…-
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Part 1 – Chapter 8
He notices me right away. He was about to take a drink, but freezes with his glass of beer halfway to his mouth. It’s too late to pretend I didn’t see him. So I send him a curt nod and walk over to the bar. I slide onto a stool and look in the opposite direction, examining the décor. A lighted mirror behind the bar displays shelves of liquor. Red leather booths line one end of the room and the opposite wall. At the other end of the room, a pool table is brightly lit from above with a lamp…-
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Part 1 – Chapter 7
At eight o’clock sharp the next morning, Mr. Personality knocks on my door. Pounds on it, actually, with brutal force. As if he’s the leader of a SWAT team, and he’s been tasked with taking down a group of crazed hostage-takers to save a hundred people’s lives. I open the door and stare at him. “Good morning, Mr. Leighrite. What’s the emergency?” Frowning, he looks me up and down. Because the house is freezing, I’m wearing a bulky sweater with a down vest over it along with…-
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Part 1 – Chapter 6
I take a while to pull myself together, splash water from the bathroom faucet on my face, and dry my eyes. Then I put a stamp on an envelope, slide the letter inside and seal it, and take it out to the mailbox. When I return to the kitchen, Aidan is nowhere in sight. I go into the laundry room and finish folding the towels, go back to the kitchen and empty the plastic buckets into the sink, replace them on the floor under the drips, then stare into the fridge in search of something I know I won’t eat…-
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