CHAPTER 63
SIENNA POV
My leg shook under the table. I scrambled all the documents and files about Regina into a bag.
I don’t even know why Jake is so desperate to find out everything she did in her life. He’s right at the edge of exposing me. I really thought all of it would stay buried forever, that it wouldn’t haunt me again. But that was a lie. A white, stupid lie. And now, here’s Jake, dragging it all back like a damn curse I tried to forget.
Whenever I think back to that night, part of me still wants to believe it didn’t happen. I want to believe I imagined it. But I didn’t, I freaking did it.
I pushed the boy off the cliff, and he died.
I killed someone, I was drunk, but I still remember it. My memory is hazy whenever I try to piece it together clearly. I couldn’t see the face
