The Lovely Bones
"My murderer began to feel safe.
He knew people wanted to move on.
They needed to forget.
He took comfort in the thought,
no one was looking at him.
But there was one thing my murderer
didn't understand.
He didn't understand
how much a father could love his child.
I was still with him.
I wasn't lost, or frozen or gone.
I was alive.
I was alive in my own perfect world."
