Now, I must interrupt my story from the perspective of knowing what is going to happen.

After hearing that voice say those words in my head, I very nearly shit myself, I was so scared.

If I was a proper narrator, I would just gloss over that titbit of info, but I’m not a proper narrator.

I’m just a guy. Just a regular guy.

Yes, I know that’s what they all say in these stories, but I swear, I wasn’t a genius or anything extraordinary before this whole thing happened to me.

I was just a guy, with a girlfriend, living his life a day at a time.

That’s all.

But I confess to you now that I can’t beat about the bush any longer and that I’m NOT the innocent man you think I am, so I’m gonna get straight to the point.

As you, the reader, have probably sussed out by now:

Yes, I was hearing people’s thoughts at intermittent times. That’s obvious to me now, so it should be to you, too.

Yes, I heard Ellis’ thoughts.

Yes, she didn’t want me there that day.

Why?

Because last week, I had killed our baby…