I couldn’t process what he was saying to me. I had never in my life struggled so much with something. I wanted so desperately to believe that he was lying. I didn’t want to believe that everything I had known my entire life was wrong. I didn’t want to believe that everything I had worked for had been for nothing.

As terrible as it was, I wanted him to have killed Blaire. I wanted him to be the murderer that I was searching for. Because he was here in front of me. He was ...