I turned back into my whispering self. “Spencer, that was him. Not me.â€? I pleaded, grabbing Spencer’s arm. He shrugged my hand off. “Listen to me, please.â€?

“I’m listening. Explain!â€? he barked and I flinched just a little. His voice softened when he saw that.

“I … I … Robert had wanted me to … bail him out but I was afraid so I pretended he didn’t exist anymore. And I kind of just let him rot in jail. But … now he’s out and pissed off.â€? My voice rose to hysterical.

Spencer grabbed me into a hug, stroking my face to calm me down. “Shh, shh, its okay. I won’t let him touch you.â€?

“No. He … he killed Abby. I can’t … I can’t be anywhere near. We have to hide.â€? I was shaking in fear now.

Spencer sighed and tried to comfort me. “Grace, calm down. He couldn’t have that much vengeance.â€?

Meanwhile, Robert watched our exchange from a far. “He’s right.â€? Robert said to himself. “I’m not here to kill you, dear Grace. It much more fun to make your life like hell.â€?