Dermot's pov
I felt sick, so sick that I found myself dry heaving in the toilet. I felt sick to my stomach.
The walls were closing in on me, I tugged at the hoodie trying to get a bit of air. It was damn hot!
My life flashed before my eyes, I needed to leave this place before I get caught.
I took a deep breath trying to calm myself but no such luck.
Her body is gone.
I mean, I am sure I killed her and stashed her body in the freezer, but I can't find it.
Oh my God!!!
I flushed the toilet and for a moment, I wanted to cool off. I entered the shower with my clothes on. I didn't have the energy to take it off for some reason.
I stood under the shower, hoping for some kind of relief but none came. The cold water seeped through my clothes, making me feel heavy and disappointed.
What do I do?
Things were getting good with Carter, how do I tell him that I killed his real wife?
Oh, God!
