Olivia's POV:

I wasn't going to let him go without him knowing the whole truth about me.

"I don't understand," he whispered.

"Can I please get into your car? It's a little cold out here," I said softly while I wiped away my tears.

I no longer cared if he was a killer or a bad person because what I was feeling was driving me insane.

"Please do," he answered, then gestured to his car.

I walked towards it and went around to get in. I was about to touch the door handle when ...