The night I found Jessica on the floor, covered in duct tape and cold to the touch, I screamed into the phone for an ambulance. But I already knew the truth—I was the one who had put her there….
I walked through the front door and dropped my keys. The place was trashed—drawers pulled out, cushions thrown, cabinets hanging open. And then I saw her. Jessica was on the floor, duct tape wrapped around her arms and legs, her face still. I fell to my knees and shook her. “Jess. Jess, come on, baby. … Read more