“Idly, in the strange purgatory between reality and the dream realm, I ponder the absurdity of these last few hours. I killed him, we buried him. And yet, our thoughts and actions are as if nothing happened... A sardonic thought settles in the milky haze of my exhausted delirium. I became a woman today. But whose blood truly signified it?” RevengeComing Of AgeMurdererPsychological ThrillerBloodshedDeliriumKillerBuried Secrets Book:Chains of Nurture Source: Chains of Nurture