ontana horse wrangler, until Tori, my wealthy New Englan

wling estate and her frail childhood friend, Julian, whose

al "seizure"-a performance I knew too well-ignited Tori's chilling rage, directin

y beat Patches to death with a polo mallet, painting the pristin

t cellar, sealing me inside with the very pit bulls she sup

d to her, forced to witness her monstrous denial, her insi

les of my abandonment while her "sick" Julian, the true vill

d my silent rage, making my spectral existence a torment of u

r, a man who knows animals and men to their core, felt my absence an

an's devastating betrayal, will finally shatter Tori's fortress of delusi