Becca.
As I stood before Neal, staring at him, trying to process the words that he had said, I felt my heart slowly beat faster. A man that I had shared a bed with many times and grown to care about was a cold-blooded killer.
How was it that this kind, gentle person who had done everything in his power to take care of me could kill people without hesitation?
I didn't know if I could believe that any of it could be true. I couldn't see Neal being that kind of person. Yet, as he spoke, I knew the words were truer than I wanted to admit. It was the first time in a long time that someone had been genuinely truthful with me, and that raw information gutted me to the core.
“Please tell me that you're lying, that all of that is just something you said to upset me. Tell me that's not true." As
