Skylar: After killing Justice
In all my eighteen years of life, I’ve only witnessed one arrest. Mine. So when the cop with the square jaw and the determined glint in his eyes read Victor his rights, I recognized the fear swarming in his frantic gaze. I could only imagine what was going through his head: this can’t be happening to me. I’m just a kid. Why the hell are they arresting me for murder?
It doesn’t take a genius to know his fingerprints matched those on the knife they found. But even with physical evidence, there’s this niggling doubt that has been piercing through my mind all day. Maybe what Ava was screaming has some truth in it. Maybe he didn’t do it. But the cops don’t scavenge on maybes, they only see what’s in front of them. A jealous boyfriend who might’ve found out that Justice cheating on him and one thing lead to another and wham! She’s dead.
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