What would you break to feel seen?
The Others Are Not
To Be Trusted
You should know, I did it.
Before you trouble yourself to read any further, you won’t find an innocent woman in these pages.
I am every bit as evil as they say I am.
A murderer.
A liar.
A kinslayer.
The gods, they say, save their worst punishments for those like me. Those who covet what isn’t theirs.
Those who slay their own blood.
Those who lie about it after.
I’m a woman who murdered for a man. There isn’t a hell black enough for one such as me.
I’m every inch a sinner.
And I will get what I deserve.
Soon.