“You saw him that night,” I say. Matt has the decency to look embarrassed. “After you,” he says. “You ran away, and then Emmett appeared a second later, crying and saying he’d seen you kill her.” “And you just believed him.” “You said—you said…” He clenches both fists in frustration, and I instinctively take a step back. “You were covered in blood, mumbling something about killing! And you said she deserved it, and ‘Savvy tried to.’ What was I supposed to think?” “She tried to save me,” I say. “That was the end of that sentence. Savvy tried to save me, and he killed her.”
