There were cliffhangers that suffocated the readers to know more about what happened next, there were also ones that contradicted the whole book in which the person who wasn't guilty was now crowned as a suspect when the real killer was the one who ought to be guilty.
But I sacrificed my innocence for Levy, my protector.
The clasps remained tight around my flesh, endlessly reminding me that this situation was real and it was one where there was no possible escape. They saw the gun, in my hand, and my fearful expression and Levy's with files of proof surrounded him.
I listened to Levy's protests towards the police but he was already listed on their bad side. No amount of groveling and fury could save me from a proven crime scene.
The police manhandled me to their police cars but one per
