CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO

GINEVRA

I put on an all back overall, black combat boots, a red wig, and enough make up to help enhance my disguise as I readied myself to attend Ricardo's funeral. My friends thought it an extremely bad idea to be around the Sanchez's at a time like this—a time when they were burying their son who was murdered by me, but I had no care in the world.

How could I bring myself to stay home while a better part of me was being put into the ground?

How could I sit there knowing that if I at least had a little bit of control over my intrusive thoughts, then we wouldn't have been in that messed up situation?

Ten days, one week and three days ago, I shot Ricardo twice. In his heart. And ever since that day, I had been in the run.

I could never forget that night when I suffered a panic attack and the chaos that ensued immediately Alex had left with Ricardo's lifeless body. I could never forget how I scrunched myself up in a corner, clawing at my head, neck and face in attempt to shut out t