Dylin's PoV
I sniffled, wiping my eyes and looking out the truck window.

“I… I'm done… I can't believe I did that… I…” I trailed off, looking at my hands, imagining the kids’ blood staining the ridges of my fingerprints. “Five kids lost their lives at these hands… these blood soaked hands… these hands held a knife to four of their throats… these hands strangled another…” I sniffled again, pulling my knees up and pressing my face into them. “I don't know why you wanna stay with me,” I mumbled. I felt the truck waver on the road, probably Scott jerking the wheel in shock.

“Dyl…” he paused as he pulled into the driveway. “I'm with you because I love you, and, yeah, it's a little… off putting about the kids, but that's not gonna stop me from loving you. Hell, the worst thing I could do for you right now is leave. You don’t need to be alone, especially since you regret it. You're not in the mindset to be left alone right now, and that's even if I wanted to leave, which I don’t.” He parked the truck, looking at me. “I'm not gonna leave, no matter how much your grief-stricken mind can't understand it.” With that, he pulled me close, stroking my hair. “What do you say we go take a shower?”

I nodded faintly, sniffling again, nuzzling into his neck for a moment before sitting up and sliding out of the truck. He followed suit after turning the truck off, promptly lifting me and walking to the bathroom.
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--Monday--
I followed Scott into the pizzeria, gnawing at my lip as I looked around. We started setting up for the day, tidying up from the lockdown on Wednesday. I picked up the stuff from the floor whilst Scott straightened up the tables.

I looked up as Boss walked in. “Ah, you're both here. Did you two watch the news over the weekend?” Scott and I shook our heads in unison. “They caught the kidnapper the day after those twins went missing. Ch…” He snapped his fingers, trying to remember the name of the ‘kidnapper’. “Chris Hemingway. Y'know, the blond who would sub in sometimes? He was here every day that kids went missing. He’s rotting in jail now.” I breathed a sigh of relief. They wouldn’t have reason to go after me now.

“That's good, Boss. I think we're all relieved he's out of our midst,” Scott said, straightening up a tablecloth. I nodded in agreement with his statement, finishing up.

It's over. It's over and I'm not in the spotlight.