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I perch myself on the toilet, birdlike, ready to take off. I’ve already checked for hidden cameras, and I don’t see anything obvious. I...

Fuentes leaves me alone again. I think this is part of their process: making a person sit alone brings them to their worst selves. Even...

“So what happened after he said that?” Fuentes asks me. “I managed to get his hand off my knee and I stood up. I told him I needed to go...

“Could you walk me through what happened this morning?” Fuentes asks. “With as much detail as possible. I want to make sure I have an...

Fuentes comes back just as I resurface, my story once again clear and stark in my mind, like the etching of a gravestone. I will not...

Once Fuentes leaves, I have the chance to really think. Not that most people know this about me- they usually think of me only as a...

When we arrive at the station, the policewoman—Fuentes, her name tag reads—separates us, leading me into a small room, devoid of any...

Soon enough, the whole parade shows up: policemen first, then paramedics and firefighters. They all come in pairs, like in the story of...

“Hi, there’s been some kind of incident. He- my coworker isn’t breathing,” Rachel says into the phone. “He seems to have lost a lot of...

I have two minutes. I need to cause a stir. Get a witness or two to back up my story. I get into position by the desk and scream,...

I look back to today's page on the notepad. The final touch. He hadn't written much before he tried to make moves on me, so I'll have to...

I go to the file cabinet. Grab a tissue. Grab my file, careful not to get my prints on anything. Carefully, I turn to the notes from a...

Now that I've set the scene, I need to plant some extra evidence in my own favor. Notes in his records about me. I need to forge his...

First, set the scene. He’s on the floor between the couch and the desk. That’s good. That means he got out of his chair and advanced on...

If only I could make it look like a suicide. Or an accident. He’s the killer. It’s his own fault he’s dead. He should be the only one...

I need to do something. The police will find this and suspect me right away. I have no alibi. I was literally scheduled for an...

I'm not crazy. I know he thinks that- thought that. Men always seem to think that. But I'm not. It’s the world that’s crazy. Men control...

“Come on, Ingrid, you don’t have to be afraid,” he said. “I promise I’ll be gentle.” “Get away from me. I’ll call the police,” her hands...

He sat next to her on the couch, right in the middle. She slid away, to the very edge of the couch, body poised to leap away. But that...

“Would you like to try an exercise? I think it will really help you.” “Sure, what are you going to do?” “I’m just going to try holding...