Deep down, I had known that no matter what I chose that day, the choices would come back. But I hadn’t spared more than a minute in thought when I decided to end his life. I couldn’t.
I had been in a haze of red when I broke into his apartment two weeks before and found the photos he had taken of Olivia since his release.
He had been stalking her, and it was only a matter of time before he lost control, so I took matters into my own hand, not giving him the chance to do it.
A part of me didn’t regret it.
He could no longer hurt her, hurt anyone.
That made me a terrible man. The kind of man who shouldn’t get involved with anyone, let alone someone as beautiful and delicate as Lizzie O’Connor.
I tightened my arms around Olivia as I came to that realization. I always knew I wasn’t good for Lizzie. That I wasn’t good for anyone. This, right here, just brought it home.