If the topic hadn't been how Peter had murdered my mother and stolen my life, I might have laughed. The grown ups in Darrow cursed so readily, but I hadn't heard it often from those around my age and when Eddie cursed it both surprised me and made me happy.

Or it would have. If not for the fact that I was once again thinking of my mother.

"He was terrible," I said, even though it felt like an understatement. And it felt like a lie. I had been like Peter in some ways, too, and I wished I could say I wasn't, but I knew better. "He hurt a lot of people. Other boys, too."