Cassie saw the red and blue flashing lights, heard the siren even over the storm. She glanced at John, his face now lit eerily with rotating shadows of blue and red. He refused to look at her. His jaw was clenched and his mouth was turned down. She needed him now more than she’d ever needed anyone in her life. She ached for him to reach over and take her hand. She was so cold, beyond the wet shivering of her skin. It was a cold that reached to the very center of her heart. She’d killed a man tonight. And some never saw that as justifiable. No matter what he’d intended to do to her, she knew many would think that she, the victim, shouldn’t have had any violent intentions toward her stalker. She should have gotten help, called the police, hidden some more. She shouldn’t have planned on killi
