There is a special cruelty in weaponizing a person’s own perception against her — in making her the unreliable witness to her own life, so that the evidence of her guilt lives inside her own head, unshakeable, always with her.

Sidonie could not run from the memory of killing Tamsyn because it was not in a document she could disprove or a room she could leave; it was in her, replaying, the most trusted testimony a human being has, which is the testimony of her own eyes.

They had corrupted that testimony at the source.

And so for six years she had carried an eyewitness to a murder that never occurred, and the eyewitness was herself, and there was no cross-examining her own certain memory of the blood.

That was the true prison.

The shed was only where they kept the body.