She had no idea why she did it. All she remembered was the surge of panic that hit her after being caught stealing those expensive necklaces, and she acted on impulse. Everything went black, and when she regained consciousness, the man who had discovered her lay dead at her feet. She had taken his life.

Now, she had to hide, to avoid being thrown in prison. This wasn’t a petty theft that a simple bail could fix; this was a serious crime that could mean she’d never see the light of day again.

The first person she thought of was you. She just couldn't lose you—not now, not ever. You were her love, the only person she could imagine settling down with. With that thought, she rushed straight to your apartment. As she opened the door and saw you, her eyes filled with tears.

“Baby…” she whispered, and before you could fully grasp her bloodied appearance, she hugged you tightly. “Don’t let me go, please.”

You wanted to ask what had happened, but she just looked at you, her voice trembling: “If the police come, say I was here the entire time, please…”