"You don't owe them anything."
Not "Kill him." Not "Pick up the knife." Not a single word about violence.
Just five ordinary words: "You don't owe them anything."
The prosecutor questioned me for sixteen hours straight.
"Who exactly are 'they'?"
"Was that some kind of code you two agreed on to cover up a murder?"
I told him the same thing I'd told everyone else: I'd said it to comfort her.
"You comforted her twice, and three people ended up dead?" The prosecutor slammed a file onto the table. "You really expect a jury to believe that?"
"Whether they believe me is for the jury to decide. Proving it was a code is your job."
The police searched my apartment and my clinic.
I worked as a child trauma counselor. I had case files for hundreds of clients, but Audrey was not among them. M
