What I know: On his seventh birthday, I set Bobby Clarke on fire.
I was nine.
Kip McFarland is living with a painful secret. The ghosts of his past are screaming out for justice again, and he has to tell someone. But how can he tell anyone that he really is—or was—
a murderer?
Star swimmer, loyal friend, and good looking, too. “Perfect”—that’s how they describe his life. But no one knows he’s got a past. No one knows that he’s seen what nightmares are made of, or that he spent four long years in a juvenile ward. That his best friends were hardened criminals. They don’t even know his real name.
What do you do when your past catches up with you again and again? When the person you’re most afraid of, the person you’d move all over the country to escape...
is yourself?
