Wicked Games

Prologue

Our village was dull and decaying. It had become a rundown shithole after decades of no investment. You left at eighteen or became trapped there like a fly in a spider's web.

Summer Moore, wild, alive, and beautiful, could never belong in a place so tedious.

But she tried to fit in at Switchstowe. The entire Moore family tried, but they never quite managed it.

My grandparents, my parents, and I were all born there. Switchstowe was as much a part of me as the blood in my body. Yet I didn't fit in any more than Summer did.

Until she arrived, I didn't have any real friends. The elderly population was triple that of young people, leaving me with limited choices for friends.

Those who were my age never warmed to me. So, you see, I would have done anything to keep Summer as my friend rather than go back to being alone.

My family blamed our friendship for everything that happened. I let them because it was easier than the truth.

I never told the police the truth about what happened. Even during the trial, I kept my silence.

Now it is time to tell someone what happened. I am sorry that it has to be you, Doctor Nova.

You have always been kind to me.