Lillian
The air was heavy with smoke and burning flesh. My throat was sore from throwing up too much.
Noah was alive but deeply injured. Only one of the four bodyguards had survived.
I watched from high up in the window with a thick blanket wrapped over my shoulders.
He was burning the bodies. He didn't call the cops, he carried the bodies to the backyard and burnt them. I don't know if he felt the gravity of the situation we were in like I did.
I should tell the cops, killing people was wrong and illegal. But I wasn't stupid. We also could not call this self-defence.
He waited for the bones to turn to ash before packing them into black plastic bags.
He threw the bag in the trunk and then drove off to dispose of the bodies, taking Noah and the guards with him, Probably to the ho
