Chapter 160

I looked at the teen, confused. Was he trying to talk to me? Was there something he wanted to tell me? Did he… know me? "The boy… must've been acting on someone else's instructions," I said softly. Zion leaned against the wall and weakly thumped his forehead. He looked to be in great agony. As long as the killer remained uncaught, there would be more deaths. And because of this, Zion felt guilty and blamed himself for it. "I could've… I could've arrived earlier…" Zion grumbled. He could've found Stephanie earlier. The doctor had said that if they'd found her even a day earlier, she would've had a chance at survival. Then, with a loud slam, Zion punched his fist into the wall, and blood seeped out of his knuckles. I rushed over to try and stop him, but didn't know how to console him. Zion then went to the smoking zone and took out a cigarette. Meanwhile, Steven and I silently stood in the doorway. "Cigarette?" Zion offered Steven. Steven shook his head. "Smoking is bad