Janet’s hands shook as she read page after page of her father’s journal. His office titled and swayed in her vision the further she got, until she finally snapped it shut, unable to take any more. She rose from the desk, keeping the journal tucked under her arm, and walked out of the house toward the dock.
Janet sat down and looked out over the water. She set the journal on the wood next to her and though about what she would do. Her stomach twisted, making her feel sick, in response to thinking about the contents of the journal, but she couldn’t bring herself to get away from it.
“Is everything okay?” Ned asked, startling her. He walked up and sat next to her.
“I-” she paused, unable to find the words she needed. She wouldn’t look at him.
“It’s alright. It’s hard for all of us. Your dad was a great guy. I just feel lucky I knew him.” Ned said, looking in the same direction as Janet.
After a few minutes of silence the pressure built up inside her. “He wasn’t a great guy!” She exploded. “He was an abusive asshole who thought that the world was his play thing! You only got to see the mask he put on for you and everyone outside the house. He was a monster!”
“You shouldn’t say that about your father. You’re just upset and gr-” Ned started.
“You don’t have to believe me!” Janet yelled, throwing the journal at him, “Read it for yourself! He was a serial killer!”
She ran back toward the house leaving him sitting on the dock alone with the journal.
Ned picked up the journal, tucked it under his arm, and got to his feet. He began a slow walk back toward the house, following the daughter of his favorite teacher.