Of course, I couldn't tell Julius. There was no way I could express that in any context, let alone after I'd told him some half-baked lie about how I'd learned what rage and circumstance had caused Richard to do to the woman who raised him. In fact, the longer I stayed, the more the panic started to come back. What if Julius caught on? What if he called the police? Confidentiality couldn't save us from this. Richard wasn't his patient, not really. Just his bastard son. I had to go, so I did, and three years later, Julius was dead.
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The Delilah 100
Mystery / ThrillerWhat would you do if you loved a killer? What would it take for you to get to a place of acceptance? You're meeting Richard week by week, but first, meet his Muse. Explore our ill-fated heroine in The Delilah 100: 100 words, 100 stories, 100 days. A...
