Publisher's Synopsis
To recognize captivity, you have to know you've been captured.
I didn't.
The first time he snuck into my bed, I was only seven.
I had a knife.
Father shouldn't have craved me as he did, so I sunk the blade into him...
I was a child of many demons, all of whom they had created.
No one missed the child that disappeared from sight because they knew where I was-where I'd been hidden away-for when they wanted the girl with no hands.
To understand you've been freed, you have to learn what freedom even is.
Could I learn?
This is a dark story that I wish I hadn't lived, but had I not, I never would have known the Angel of Death.
