SIXTEEN
After dinner, I gave in and read another one of Nathan's emails to his sister, tears dripping down my face as I knew for certain that Nathan needed help.
Sometimes I dream about the day I kidnapped Caitlin. It always starts in the car, with her unconscious weight on me. Sometimes I can smell the chloroform and I've lost count of the number of times I had to watch him dose her with it, pinning her against me as she struggled.
I've tried talking to her and apologising for what I knew would happen, but the drugged girl never acknowledges me. Maybe because she never did in reality.
They made me pat her down and check her for weapons. She didn't even react when I slipped my hand into her pocket, she was that deeply asleep. I'd gone through her handbag when they weren't looking, ad
