You were Rafe Cameron's soft spot. And, yes, you two were just friends, though all of your mutual friends would say otherwise. Whenever he was struggling, he went to you. So when he crawled into your bedroom one late night sobbing, you were confused. His hair was messy, and his polo shirt was unbuttoned. Your hand dropped your phone that you were blindly scrolling on when he crumbled against the wall.

"What's wrong?" You asked quickly, not knowing that he had just murdered Officer Susan Peterkin to 'protect' his father from getting arrested.

He could barely get a word out.