Page 98 of Love Sick

He nods.

“Me?” I point to the lady.

He shakes his head.

“Mommy?”

Again, he shakes his head.

The person has long hair and is wearing a dress, which is why I assume it’s a female. Surely it can’t be Alanna.

I reach for the blue crayon and write Alanna’s name near the woman.

Bobby nods.

This throws me for a loop because why is he holding her hand? And why does it feel like this picture appears like she saved him?

I don’t even want to fathom her as anything but the monster who tortured me just because my ex was her beau.

Groaning, I massage the back of my neck because my body aches all over. I just need this to be done.

“I brought you some things to wear.” Alanna enters with a few flashy garments strewn over her forearm.

I doubt this is for me to traipse around in this filth, so I assume it’s for her night of nights where she can brag to her friends what an amazing humanitarian she is.

I want to slam her face against the wall until her teeth break in her mouth, but I smile instead.

“Your voice still hasn’t returned?”

I shake my head.

“This is normal,” she assures me. “There are some dresses here. And some scarves. I thought you might want to cover your neck.”

I don’t sense any malice in her words. I don’t like it. But I nod in gratitude.

How can she be so calm after killing her “father”? She is a sociopath with no conscience, that’s why. But I can’t help but think about Bobby’s picture.

Why is she depicted as a savior and not as a sinner?

“Do you want to go outside for some fresh air?”

I look at her, eyes narrowed, wondering if she plans on burying me alongside the two dead men who are rotting in the ground.

Curiosity gets the better of me, however. I stand and gesture for her to lead the way.

Bobby smiles at Alanna when she gives him a granola bar.

I don’t want to see any kindness from her, so I walk ahead, feeling out of sorts because I need to keep my head in the game. She unlocks the door to the greenhouse and walks outside. I half expect this to be a trick, but when I step out and see nothing but an open field, I follow her.

I have no idea why we need air, but here we are.

“I know this is weird,” she starts with while I try not to scoff. “I know you can never forgive me for what I’ve done. I just loved Jonathan so much. And I was blinded by that love. I wanted to do anything for him and when he died, I just…went a little crazy.”

A little? Try fucking diabolical.

“I’m trying to right my wrongs. Killing Daddy was the right thing to do. I know I can’t bring Misha back—”

The moment she says his name, I turn around and slap her cheek.

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