The sun crept into the room, spilling its warmth across my face, dragging my eyes open. But my head was still stuck on the same damn lyrics looping like a curse: “The killer in me is the killer in you—what’s a boy supposed to do?” They’ve haunted me for months. I still don’t understand why he didn’t take me with him. I loved him. He asked me to marry him. What the hell changed overnight? I thought...