If she was alive, calling an ambulance might still save her.
But just as I leaned closer—
the bedroom door creaked open.
Sophia Carter, dressed in her pajamas, walked in yawning.
“Babe, why’s the light still on? It’s so late, and you’re not asleep?”
Her words made me spin around, startled.
Sophia rubbed her eyes, then glanced toward the bed.
The instant our eyes met, she saw Emma lying there.
Her expression shifted instantly—her face twisted in shock, her voice rising sharp and high-pitched:
“You… why is Emma in your bed? What were you two doing?”
Facing my girlfriend’s furious accusations, I quickly explained:
“It’s not what you think. Nothing happened. I woke up and found her lying next to me.”
“Ethan Miller, I never thought you’d be with Emma…”
Tears welled up in Sophia’s eyes, streaming down her cheeks.
“There’s nothing between us. And besides—”
I tried to steady my voice, then pointed at Emma’s lifeless body.
“She’s already dead. What could I possibly do with a dead woman?”
“What? Emma… dead?”
Sophia stepped forward, horrified.
When she saw the knife buried in Emma’s chest, her eyes widened in terror.
“Ah!”
She screamed, stumbling back in fear.