*Olivia*
I stared out the window of the car, not taking in the scenery, not taking in anything. I kept reliving that moment, the moment I had seen a person die right in front of me… his eyes going lifeless, his blood splattering across my face and into my gelato.
One second he had been a living person, just like me, just like Dahlia. The next… he had become a dead body, just something to be disposed of. I couldn’t make sense of it. Who was he? Why had he wanted to hurt us? Did he have a family that was expecting him to come home tonight? He might have tried to do something bad, but that didn’t mean I wanted him dead.
