CHAPTER TWELVE
At first, Xander didn’t believe what he was seeing. Chloe just sat there, lifeless, bleeding from her face and neck.
The impact from her fall had fractured her skull and broken her neck.
Xander paced around the bedroom, haunted by the family pictures.
"Oh Jesus f*****g Christ." Fear set in. Any remorse would have to wait. He surmised pretty damn quickly that he had two options.
1: Remove the body and take it somewhere far, far away, never to be found.
2: Run away. Get in the car, drive off, and leave the scene of the crime.
"s**t, s**t, s**t," he muttered under his breath. He turned left, then right, not knowing what to do.
He performed another check on Chloe, just to make sure. The dresser was soaked in blood. He hopped over to her and squatted to his feet.
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