"Dylan, what are you going to do about the people you killed?" I asked. He was sure to be arrested for using violence.
"Killed? I'm sorry, I don't know what you mean," he replied, his expression unreadable.
My brow furrowed. "What? I saw everything. You killed those men at the corner."
"I didn't. I sent them to jail," Dylan insisted.
My confusion deepened. I remembered it vividly. He had killed those men, beating them mercilessly, their bodies covered in blood. I wasn't mistaken, I wasn't hallucinating.
"Don't lie to me, Dylan. I know you're hiding something." I locked eyes with him, recalling the crimson hue of his gaze that night.
"Lorelei, you're not just dumb, you're delusional," he blurted.
***
Upon returning home, I surprised Matthew and Kourtney with the document I carried: a divorce agreement.
Shock registered on their faces, especially Matthew's. He knew exactly why I was doing this.
"Lorelei, what's the matter? Why do you want a divorce?" Matthew asked. He reached out to touch me, but I recoiled.
"You cheated on me with my step-sister," I stated. I saw Kourtney's guilty reaction, but there was no remorse in her eyes.