Chapter 132 Uninvited Visitors
- The scream had left me a hollow shell, trembling, frozen, and rigid against the metal chair, staring ahead at nothing in particular.
- I could see nothing, hear nothing, except the last gunshot in the background of the call, playing over and over in my head.
- He was dead. He had seemed untouchable, and now he was dead. All because of me. All because he’d made the mistake of loving me.