In The Shadows Of My Mind

My abuser has a space in my mind and doesn’t pay rent.

Edward Anderson
Nov 3 · 7 min read
Photo by Joe Gardner on Unsplash

t’s been 12 years since the Detroit police took him away in handcuffs. The trial nearly sent me over the edge or would have had he not realized his goose was cooked and pleaded guilty. Even though to this day, he maintains his innocence. I deserved it. He was training me. That was his argument to the court and to me.

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Edward has written hundreds of acclaimed true crime articles and has won numerous awards for his short stories.

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