SARAH'S POV
My hands were shaking as I fumbled with the lock, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. I did not even know if I was breathing right.
Once I slammed the door shut behind me, I bolted it fast, as if that would keep whatever nightmare I had just escaped from.
My breath was ragged, almost choking me as I stumbled toward the small window, throwing it closed and tugging the curtains shut.
I gasped for air as I collapsed onto my bed, burying my face in the sheets.
"What the hell just happened?" I muttered.
I sat up, my hands running through my tangled hair, trying to get a grip. My mind was a mess. The thought of being connected to another murder—hell, if they thought I was involved again—made me sick.
However, I could not quite figure out if I was just a witness to the mu
