Paper Dolls

I almost convinced myself she wasn’t real. That I had made up this beautiful woman to stay sane and give myself a purpose—finding her. And when I did, she was everything and nothing like I’d imagined. Beautiful, smart, willful…and broken. But it was all a mistake. I didn’t belong. Not in this place and not with her. I didn’t think I could tell her the truth of what brought me here. Because that truth would bring darkness and disruption to her already troubled life. And I was right.The proof is in the blood on her hands.