I won’t let my four-year-old daughter Skylar go through what I had to. I won’t let my father do to her what he did to me and my sister.
I know how to play the good daughter. The perfect mother. The wife who smiles on cue.
But you don’t grow up in a house like mine without learning how to survive—how to keep secrets buried so deep they almost stop hurting.
Almost.
Last night I finally did something unforgivable. I tried to kill my father.
Only . . . my mom picked up the wrong glass.
Now she’s lying in a hospital bed, unconscious. And I’m the dutiful daughter by her side, pretending to be shocked . . .
About Alesha Dykema
Alesha Dykema is a thirty-something-year-old author of thriller novels. She lives in the dreadful Midwest with her strange husband, super weird son, baby daughter full of rage, a neurotic dog, and warden cat. Oh, and also two inherited geriatric cats. Besides writing, Alesha loves to read (like every other author in the world). Alesha is also a health and fitness junkie and a dabbler in furniture refinishing. She is extremely anti-social and wishes she lived off-grid in the middle of the woods, but her husband hates good ideas and happiness and won’t allow this to happen. Even though she’s pretty anti-social, she still likes to make new friends and have casual chats about people’s childhood traumas.