| emma’s pov |
I knocked frantically on the bookshop, not caring about my tearstained cheeks. I had to tell Vicky.
She opened the door and hugged me. “What are you doing here, dear? It’s midnight!”
I tried catching my breath, but the tears just kept pouring. Everything I believed in was a lie. Luke was a killer, and he killed everyone. What if he also killed my father?
She brought me in the store, letting me sit and trying to comfort me.
“Luke… Luke killed… Luke killed Tabitha,” I choked out. My knees gave up on me, and I fell to the ground, crying like the weakling I was.
Vicky made no sound and just embraced me. I could hear her weep a bit, too, but my sobs were even louder.
It hurt knowing that he was a murderer.
It hurt because I thought he was different.
It hurt because I lov
