Ravi sat on the edge of your bed as you stood in between his legs, his hands gripping your hips like vices.

“we can make this work.” he pleaded. “all evidence points to Max, not you” he added

it all happened so fast: getting taken by Jason, being bound by duck tape, feeling the fear and the vile, striking him lethally over the head with a hammer.

now he was dead. your fault. your doing.

“I have to go-“ you said but Ravi shook his head.

“no.” he said simply. “no, no. please don’t leave me.” he begged, resting his forehead on your stomach.

“I can’t drag you into this anymore than I have. if they find out, you’ll have to testify against me.” you muttered, tears in your eyes.

“we can get married. spouse privilege. we can’t be made to give evidence against each other if we’re co-accused. we can get married.” he replied.