The Note Under the Table
Neither of them was reckless.
Neither was a fool.
They were exactly what I had been — competent, generous, a little lonely, glad to be seen.
That was the whole cruelty of the method: it did not prey on weakness.
It preyed on the ordinary human wish to be cared for, and it dressed a predator up as the answer to it.
I keep their names now the way you keep a debt you intend never to forget.
Alyssa had been the first.