Lucianna’s POV

I woke up early the next day and I thought everything was just a nightmare but I proved myself wrong as my hands clutched on the familiar blanket. The fabric still has Justin’s scent. I sobbed, letting a low whimpers of cries.

I killed him…

I just killed an innocent man.

My hand was not the one which was stained by his blood, but its not clean at all. I am the reason that he was killed! If only I become honest, if only I did not let my anger and my heat took me over, he ...