The Dying Protector: His Last Gift to Me

I hid under my best friend’s bed to catch her cheating with my boyfriend. Instead, I watched him chop her to pieces. Her head rolled toward me; her blood soaked my clothes. Worse—he killed her like it was nothing. I barely escaped home, but he was already there waiting. I knocked him out and fled to a neighbor’s apartment for help. A seemingly gentle man let me in. I thought I was safe. I was wrong. Behind that door was a darkness far deeper than the one I just ran from.