You witnessed Rafe shoot and kill sheriff Peterkin. You were sarah’s bestfriend and you and Rafe were quite close if you know what i mean.

yet the blood was on your hands. You tried to save her. You were blamed, you watched her die, bullet wound in her heart, the sound of the shot still ringing in your ear He forced you not to tell

Yet here you were, your hands in cuffs as everyone at the party watched. He watched. He knew. He knew you didn’t kill her, she was practically a second mother.