I couldn’t help but laugh, leaving him alone in the silent corridor, listening to the relentless rain pounding against the windows.

He discarded the diary into the trash can, no longer fixated on Sirena Ferguson, but intent on making amends with me.

He presented gifts and sought revenge on everyone who had once bullied me. Some were left in trash bins, torn apart by savage dogs; others saw their once-happy marriages shattered; some vanished without a trace, while others found themselves behind bars.

He repaid their injuries a hundredfold, like a dog begging for praise behind me.

Terry Black, what you owe me extends far beyond this.

He lavished attention...