I narrowed my eyes at her, laughing nervously. âWhat do you mean youâve killed someone?â
âIâm serious, babe. We need to get moving. Pack your bags.â She moved to enter our bedroom, but I blocked her. âMove.â She demanded.
âLove, who did you kill?â
âShe kept critiquing me and I felt insulted.â She mumbled, slowly leaning closer to me until her arms were around my waist.
âPlease, just tell me w...