Genevieve's POV

　　I'm still standing rooted in my spot holding onto the doorknob tightly in my hands. My eyes never leaving the face of my fiance's killer.

　　Whenever I meet Lorenzo, I have that mind boggling fear wash over me like a hurricane. That kind of fear that cripples you keeping you from making a sound or getting a single word out.

　　You know that type that keeps your tongue tied and paralyzed when you're in immense and imminent ...