Chapter 84

Reilley's POV. This can't be true. I think I just lost my capability to move and speak. My whole world collapsed in an instant and everything turned dark. His confession keeps on echoing in my head. I looked away from him in fear. I'm in the killer's room. Deavon killed that young girl. "I—It was an accident," he said. I flinched when he stands up from the bed and walk to me. My body started trembling. "I was drunk. It was never my intention to hurt that kid. I tried to admit to the police, but they never believed me." I can sense the frustration in his voice. With my left strength and bravery. I stood up on his desk chair and was about to head out on the door when he caught my right hand. "P—Please..." he mumbled. I feel like someone is stomping and squeezing my heart right now. It hurts me to hear his vulnerable voice, but I don't think I have the power to talk to him right now. I'm so shocked by his confession. It's too sudden. I wasn't ready. He said it like it was nothing to be wo