It's better this way. Blood dripped from the tips of my fingers onto the sodden earth beneath me. Lifeless eyes stared agape at the storming sky above my head. Florence Sallow shares her shadow with her nightmare: the ghost of a man who has more blood on his hands that she. A man who haunts her dreams and taunts her with her sanity that dangles from a string. She's a bad person who has done horrific things. But she's doesn't have a choice. And that's what they don't see.