It raised me.

And a thing that has been growing around you since you were ten years old does not feel like a trap when you are standing inside it; it feels like the shape of the world.

That was the real horror of what Olivia and I pulled out of those records — not that my mother-in-law was a killer, but that she had been a patient one, and that patience, aimed at a child, is the most frightening weapon there is.

Chapter 15 — You Were Holding the Knife