“He loved me. He was going to save me by hurting you. I’m sorry, Courtney, I really am,” I say as the first tear falls. All my adult life, I believed Courtney killed him because he tried to kill her and Amelia.
“You said you were planning on killing our Lia. What changed?” Katya asks, her Russian accent thick as she watches me.
“I got to know her from afar. I could see the same loneliness inside of her as I saw in myself. She is not what I thought she would be. She is down to earth, kind, gentle, loving. She is a good person. So when she tattooed me a few weeks ago, and I watched her and looked into her eyes, I knew I couldn’t hurt her. So I have followed her to get to know her. It’s a damn good thing I followed her yesterday when I did, otherwise she would be dead in the street.” I tel
