The Echo Man

We know who we’d like to kill. We know who we’d murder and who we’d save.”

“You pretend the actions of the Echo Man were subhuman, that we could never comprehend doing it ourselves, when inside we all know.

He’s not a killer. A shitty, philandering husband, yes, but not a serial killer.

I can’t leave you, she thinks.
“Hi,” he says, and she goes into the room.
Tell me to stay, she thinks, and I will.

He was alone at the beginning; he’ll be alone at the end.

He looks across to her, slumped in the front seat, as they rattle on in his shitty VW. A line of blood runs down her forehead where he hit her, but apart from that she is untouched. She won’t be like that for long

The pain only adds fuel to the fire

“Perhaps we’re all supposed to be broken, just a little.”

Fred West, the GSK.

Maybe, she wonders, taking in his warmth, maybe the key isn’t getting rid of the crazy. Maybe it’s finding someone just as broken, who understands.