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"I am staring at the list when my phone rings. I know without even looking at it that it is Justine. It plays a Darth Vader ringtone. "

"I push Justine out of my mind. I need to see the crime scene, or what is left of it."

"I can tell from the look in his eyes that Vincent didn’t believe me.
I can’t blame him. Some days it is hard for even me to believe, and I lived through it."

"Darkness, evil, it slips in. It isn’t brash or obvious. It’s... insidious. It creeps in and takes hold. When you realize it for what it is, well, it is far too late to go back."

"If it hadn’t been for the new therapist, and her suggestion to take notes of any developing behaviors or changes, I might never have put it all together."

"The scream woke me from a dead sleep and I was on my feet before I knew what was happening."

“I don’t know how to say this any other way, so I’ll just say it. Kate asked me if I would consider performing an exorcism.”

"The first moment I heard Elizabeth stirring, I knew something was different."

"Their loss felt impossible to accept."

"Elizabeth was running and playing with another little girl, the photo catching her in mid-leap, her mouth open in a joyful shriek, her red curls flying behind her."

"I adored Kate and wanted her to be happy. But I couldn’t help but envy her."

“The joys of foster parenting we get to look forward to! Where the children will never love you, they will pee in your shoes, break your most prized possessions, murder your pets, and set fire to your house. What’s not to love about that?”

"Every time I felt loss, back they came, determined to pull me down deep into sorrow, self-blame, even madness."

"And it was there, in a basement room that smelled a little like mold and had really shitty coffee, that I learned to live with my grief."

Chapter 2: I had carried my daughter for eight months, only to lose her. But I wasn’t a mother. I wasn’t... anything.

This is definitely keeping my interest!