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“I’ve got you,” she says.

And then I am gone.

CHAPTER 29I’ve Got a Lot of Questions About What Happened Here

Sorrento

Life feels different when you kill someone.

There’s a heaviness to it that wasn’t there before, and even if that person deserved it, even if they were trying to kill you in the moment that you killed them.

That I killed her. Sylvie.

This isn’t a theoretical conversation but something that happened.

Not on paper but IRL, as the kids say.

I don’t know if it’s something I can ever get over.

Time will tell.

But for now, I have questions.

We all do.

And if this ever gets made into a TV show, this part will be in slow motion.

We’ll emerge from the villa one by one, but after the body does, of course.

It will be loaded into a body bag, resting on a stretcher, surrounded by police, and a song will be playing over the shot. Maybe “You’re on Your Own, Kid,” by Taylor Swift.

Because I always have been.

They’ve brought us back to the hotel in separate cars.

Me, Harper, Oliver, Connor, and the others. We’re all going to be questioned again, but their questions won’t be like mine.

Because I killed Sylvie. I did.

And I saw it in their faces when I was led out of the villa—the accusation that this might have been the plan all along.

They stood in a half-moon, watching me, supporting one another.

I’m apart from them now.

It’s a distance I don’t know how to breach.

Maybe when the truth comes out—when they learn that I was the victim—then it will all be okay.

Then again, maybe not.

Again, time will tell.

For now, my lawyer meets me in the lobby, and we’re given an hour alone where I tell him everything that happened. We agree together that I should tell my story to Inspector Tucci, nothing left out, nothing added. I haven’t done anything wrong, but someone is dead.

More than one person.

There are questions that need to be asked and answers that need to be given.