9. Unknowns.
Katarina.
Killian drives like a damn maniac in the middle of the night, while the smiling face of the poor old woman who lost her life tonight keeps replaying in my head… because of us.
Jesus, I want to throw up.
And I want to scream.
I also want to turn back time so I never even stepped into her house.
“You need to calm down, Katarina. It was just one more life.”
“That poor woman…”
“She probably would have died of old age soon anyway.”
I almost get a crick in my neck from turning it so sharply to look at him.
It’s in moments like these that I envy his indifference.
Killian keeps driving like a madman, glancing in the rearview mirror every few seconds. I turn to look behind us too, convinced someone could be following us… but there’s nothing.
No one.
And yet he do
