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There are devils walking among us, and you never know who they are. You spend time with them. And even then, you might not know until it's too late. They walk among us, smiling with delight in our discomfort, inflecting pain, but you don't feel it. And when you do, it's too late to undo what's been done. You can only pray and wish it would all go away and that it never happened. Dillon proved himself to be a charmer and a friend to many. His good looks got him what he wanted, and his money brought him who he needed. Skylar was something he wanted, and he took his time to sculpt her to his own likeness. He changed her from "that girl" to become subservient. After all the money and effort you put into changing Skylar, you tried to kill her and no doubt would have succeeded if she were home alone. You would have gotten away, and no one would have been the wiser. Being who you are with the power you thought you had, you schemed and planned, hiding evidence in a place no one thought to look. Oftentimes, I wonder if you're really gone because I still get a chill sometimes. I hear your laughter when I'm alone in the house. But Dillon, this is Fiona's house, and the presence of God is here. Next time you see a good-looking man that seems unreal, maybe he is-unreal. Hey, Dillon, we're still here! And thank you for showing me my strengths.