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My name is Cassidy Porter…
My father, Paul Isaac Porter, was executed twenty years ago for the brutal murder of twelve innocent girls.
Though I was only eight-years-old at the time, I am aware – every day of my life – that I am his child, his only son.
To protect the world from the poison in my veins, I live a quiet life, off the grid, away from humanity.
I promised myself, and my mother, not to infect innocent lives with the darkness that swirls within me, waiting to make itself known.
It’s a promise I would have kept…if Brynn Cadogan hadn’t stumbled into my life.
Now I exist between heaven and hell: falling for a woman who wants to love me, while all along reminding myself that I must remain…
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#QuickBurb: The only child of Maine’s most notorious serial killer, Cassidy Porter promised his mother on her death bed that he would live a solitary, off-the-grid existence, so that his father’s terrifying genes would die with him. It’s a promise he can’t keep, however, when Brynn Cadogan, who harbors dark secrets of her own, stumbles into his quiet life.
|(Excerpt from Unloved, a love story by Katy Regnery. All rights reserved. Coming October 2017.)
I pull the curtain to her room aside and feel my whole body recharge just from the simple act of checking on her. The covers rise and fall softly as she sleeps with her dark hair spread out on the stark white cotton of the pillow. My heart swells until my chest feels tight and I rub the place over my heart with my palm, wondering if—I mean, if there was a parallel universe in which I was allowed to consider a future with her—one day I wouldn’t ache with reverence at the very sight of her. I wonder if I’d ever take her for granted, and somehow I know I never would.
Not that it matters. My dreams of devotion are pointless.
I remind myself that during a human being’s lifetime, their DNA methylation, or how genes are activated and used, is not static. For instance, a change in methylate levels can turn on a gene that should have stayed off, and cause cancer. Should my methylate levels change over time, the wrong gene could be turned on and I could become a serial killer. I have no way to know and no way to prevent such an outcome.
There are no guarantees. Only a monster would gamble someone else’s life when the possibility of a tragic outcome is so much higher than average.
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