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written with such a passionate scrawl that it is evident to see
that Grayson’s state of mind was not calm or accepting. This tragic
event completely unhinged him. It looks like he was never willing
to let go.
    I can see why my husband developed such an
unhealthy obsession with my sister. Loss can do funny things to a
person, as I am quickly learning. When he discovered that my
sister’s name was also Helen, some desperate part of his brain must
have wanted to believe that his first girlfriend was still alive.
After she was taken from him in such an atrocious way, he must have
wanted to do anything possible to preserve her image in his mind. I
don’t think he really meant to hurt anyone, but he was very
disconnected from reality.
    Thinking about this whole situation hurts my
chest. I can picture Grayson lying here every night, staring up at
her name on the ceiling and remembering what he’d lost. How many
thousands of tears did he shed on this very pillow? Imagining my
husband as a teenage boy going through such pain causes my own
grief to deepen.
    My hand shakes as I reach to the side to
turn the lamp back on, and all the words and images immediately
disappear. I take a deep breath, and try to wipe the horrifying
sight from my mind. It is as if all of Grayson’s heartache was
immortalized on these walls. I could feel the overpowering sadness
and misery of the young boy in every stroke of every letter he
wrote.
    And strangely enough, I also feel closer to
him. It’s both comforting and saddening to know that my husband
once went through the same thing I am going through right now. He
lost his lover and his child nearly simultaneously, just as I have.
And he took it just as poorly as I am, if not worse. Far worse.
    Will I ever get over this?
    From the looks of things, Grayson never
really got over Helen’s death. It seems like he went through his
life searching for her. Searching for someone similar to her. The
images on the wall do slightly resemble my sister, so I can see why
he became fixated on her. I can see how his mind could have played
tricks on him, especially combined with the side effects of his
drug use. I can see how he could have gone slightly insane when
presented with a living woman who reminded him of so much of the
dead woman he loved, and the trauma he suffered all those years
ago.
    I forgive you, Grayson, I tell him
inwardly. I’m so sorry for all that you suffered and I want you
to know that I forgive you. I wish you could have told me. I wish
you could have shared all of this with me. It was a part of you,
and I would have loved you once I understood what you’ve been
through and where you actually came from. I don’t know why you felt
the need to lie to me. I didn’t care about whether you had any
money at all—I only wanted you.

Chapter Three

     
    I have been tossing and turning in this bed
for hours. I wish that I had gone to stay at a hotel instead of at
Grayson’s mother’s house; it is suffocating to be here. I simply
can’t understand how she has no desire to seek justice for her son.
That poor, sweet old woman simply let all these bad things happen
to her family without ever standing up for herself. I can’t do the
same. I can’t be like her, and simply let my life get destroyed by
Brad’s cruelty.
    I need to make a stand. Somehow.
    Tossing and turning in bed, I find myself
plagued with ugly thoughts. They permeate my mind and infect my
whole body. I feel a strange kind of electricity flowing through
me, and I know that I’ve changed. Something has changed. My phone
is lying beside me, because I was considering calling my father or
Owen. However, as much as I need to talk to someone who cares about
me, I know that they would not be supportive of my current
vendetta. I feel like I am in this alone.
    What can I do? What can I actually do?
    If I called the cops, they might think I was
crazy. I doubt that they can actually find any proof that Brad
drugged me to induce my