“I am so sorry, I don’t know how he found out about us but he did, and then---,” she was crying hysterically, probably thinking that her cries will somehow make things okay.
“I am waiting for your confession,” I stretched my arms out and pulled my one leg over the other to stare at her. I sure had tears in my eyes but I was still calm as I have faced the worst thing, my death.
My eyes were fixated at her face as I stated very calmly, making sure I don’t trigger her into anything. I had no idea why she did what she did, it could be anything so I did not want to jump to conclusions.
"He saw me with---," she started to stutter, "I don't know why you want to know, it happened years ago," once her defense kicked in, she stopped crying and glared at me like it was my fault that I was bringin
