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Not a single tear is shed by either of us as he speaks. When I finally turn the recorder off and leave the room, I fall to a heap on the floor and let myself cry.
For my friend. For myself. For everyone who knew Sam.
“That’s it, right? You’re done now?” Jay asks, as I slide into the passenger seat.
“I’m done. I have everything I need to complete the book and he’s going to rot in hell for what he did to Sam, whether he intended to kill her or not.”
I don’t plan to tell Jay he was Ben’s original target. There’s no need. It won’t change the facts of the case. It won’t be included in Sam’s biography, but the profile I’ll be writing will have all the facts.
Telling him the truth will only hurt him. There’s no reason for him to feel any blame for her death, and I know that’s where his mind will go. It’s not his fault. The only person to blame here is Ben Royal.
“Where to?” he asks, taking my hand in his after shifting the car into drive.
“Home. I want to go home.”
Wherever I am, as long as Jay’s by my side, feels like home.
