I took care of you when you had nothing!” I looked at the man who had shared my bed, who had kissed my forehead, who had planned my ruin down to the smallest detail.

Chapter 20 — A Cage and Called It a Home

“You didn’t take care of me, Dexter,” I said, and my voice came out steadier than I felt.

“You built a cage and called it a home.”

I meant it precisely, and I watched it land.

Because that was the exact nature of what he had done, and naming it was the first free thing I had said to him in three years.