Patricia's POV
How could it be? It was him, standing in front of me with a gun. He shot Quinn. She's dead! He killed her!
I needed to puke, I needed to do something to distract myself from the fact that a dead body was beside me and that the killer is non other than my ex husband. I married a murderer. Okay, I need to vomit a bit. Except, there was nothing else in my stomach.
Send help, someone. Someone please help me. I could only cry out in my heart as Henry began to stalk towards me, a sadistic smile plastered on his face. It was sickening, psychotic and incredible. Incredible how I had missed all this and thought I got married to the love of my life at that point in my life.
"I said I'll kill her, you heard it in the camera you used to set me up to confess, so why are you shocked?"