Epilogue
Starling
My husband is a psychopath. He was when I met him at eighteen. He was when he lured me back into his life at twenty. He was when I married him at twenty-one. I’m sure he still will be when we take our final breaths and then spend our eternity being psychos in whatever afterlife is waiting for us.
Our love story is toxic. It’s a red-flag tale of obsession, control, possession, and obedience, and I love everything about it.
Nothing about us makes sense, but that’s what makes us perfect. He’s a spoiled brat, used to getting his own way, and I was put on this earth to show him he doesn’t always get what he wants.
He’s a control freak who demands complete submission. I’m a woman who watched and learned, and now I only give him what I want him to have. For the last few years, that’s been my body.
It turns out our island visit was a success. But instead of coming back as three, we came back as four. Our beautiful boys Bodhi and Atlas are now eighteen months old and, as expected considering who their father is, a complete force to be reckoned with.
Just after their first birthday, Sebastian brought us all to our island again.
This time I’m pregnant with a girl. I don’t know how her future will play out, but you can guarantee that I’ll make sure she knows she gets a seat at the psycho club.
After all, her dad and I are two of the founding members.