The Boyfriend: A Psychological Thriller

“Sydney, please bother me in the middle of the night, okay?”

“The past is the past. You can’t change it.”

“Sometimes you can make it right though.”

And as Daisy kisses me, I realize that I will never be as happy again as I am at this moment. I try to remember it and savor it, because very soon things are going to get really bad.

I feel absolutely and utterly alone.

It’s amazing how even though Daisy is the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, her blood looks like everyone else’s. The same color, the same consistency.

Daisy would be so easy to kill. It would barely even be a challenge.

Romance novels give you an extremely unrealistic concept of romance.

Her name is Daisy. We met when we were four years old. I’ve been in love with the girl since age four—that’s how pathetic I am. I saw her at the playground feeding bits of her sandwich to the hungry squirrels, and all I could think was that I had never met any living creature as beautiful or as kind as Daisy Driscoll. And I was gone.

I am desperately, painfully, completely, and stupidly in love.

For my husband,

Who has never once tried to murder me in all the years we’ve been together