“They’re wrong, I killed her.”
It’s 2 am. Heathcliff rocks himself by the open window.
Hanah swings out of bed and wraps her arms around her husband’s waist like she’s done a thousand times since his prison release.
“You never met her, have an alibi, and DNA proved you innocent.”
“But I see it all so clearly.”
Hanah kisses him. “Remember what the Dr. said. False memories from the interrogations.”
Heathcliff draws Hanah closer and weeps. He’ll spend the rest of his life repenting a murder he didn’t commit.
