Aurora's POV
"Help me… please," I sobbed, leaning my head against my front door. "I just killed someone… I didn't mean to, but he was going to—"
"Aurora." His voice stopped my crying. He didn't ask how or why it happened. He didn't even sound shocked. He sounded like a soldier taking charge. "Where are you right now?"
"In my room," I choked out, looking at the dried blood under my fingernails. "I ran back… I'm home."
"Where is the body?"
"Three blocks away… in the alley by the bakery. Raymond, the cameras… the blood… I'm going to jail, aren't I?" I was starting to panic again. I felt like the walls were closing in on me.
"Calm down," he said firmly. His voice was deep and protective. "Listen to me. Go to the bathroom. Take off all your clothes and put them in a trash bag. Wash the blood off your skin until you are completely clean. Then wait for me. Do you understand?"
"I don't want to go to jail," I whispered, feeling dizzy with fear.
