"No." I shook my head, not believing any of the words I just heard.

"Miss Miller, the toxicology report found that Nathan Webster had a deadly cocktail of prescription opioids, heroin, and Fentanyl in his system," Fallon explained further.

"Nathan was a drug addict. Of course, he would have  drugs in his system. Just because you found them doesn't mean he killed himself. Nathan loved himself too much to do that." I was arguing with Lieutenant Fallon and I didn't exactly know why. The only reason my fragile mind could come up with was he had pissed me off already and I was really upset about how this whole conversation had gone.

"Are you from this area?" Fallon continued interrogating me further.

"Yes, I was born here and have lived here most of my life," I answered sharply.

"Then I assume you are familiar with the shale wall that Riando Road is built on and the scenic overlook at the top?" Fallon crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for my response.

"Yes, I am. Nathan and I would go there sometimes after recording at the studio." I answered. I was very familiar with that area. It was right smack dab between Nathan's apartment and the studio. A few times after a late-night recording session, he would stop so we could have a quickie in the parking lot. It was a little isolated and you had to turn off the main stretch a little, but it was still enough of a thrill for Nathan to get off on.

"That makes a lot of sense why he chose that spot then. Mr. Webster parked his car in the scenic overlook lot. He injected himself, stepped over the guard rail, and jumped."

"But why would he do that?" It was the nagging question in the back of my head. I still didn't believe anything they were telling me. I knew Nathan. There was nothing in the world that would make him do this.

"Jessa." Ron grabbed an empty chair on the other side of the table and turned it around. He sat backwards on it like a teenage boy in a high school cafeteria. "I know this is a lot to hear right now, but Nathan left a video. He made it in the parking lot before he jumped."

Ron reached out his hand to squeeze mine and I didn't pull away. Out of everything I could have heard today, I wasn't expecting it to be this. Never in a million years did I think this could be how the torment Nathan made me endure would end.

This couldn't be real. It felt wrong.

The worst part about all of the emotions I was struggling to process was the guilt I was racked with. I was relieved he was gone and overcome with a sense of loss at the same time. My heart was hurting over a jackass who used me for years. No matter how much I had worked on myself, I still felt trapped as the fifteen-year-old girl he held under his control. I was the girl he used and manipulated to bend to his will. Nathan and I were tied together in the sickest way possible.

That was the part of me that was grieving for him. It was that girl who could never grow up.

"Did he say why he did it?" Cameron asked. He had been silent and motionless for a few minutes. I had almost forgotten he was still in the room.

"Mr. Webster confessed to stalking and abusing Jessa. He apologized and stated on the video that he deserved to die for what he did to her. After we found his remains and identified him, we conducted a search of his studio and apartment. We found evidence substantiating Mr. Webster's statement." Fallon paced around the room as he spoke.

"What did you find?" Cameron tensed up behind me, asking the same question that I couldn't seem to get out fast enough. I was glad he had spoken up and started to take the lead for me. My brain wasn't connecting to the rest of my body. I couldn't force my muscles to do anything.

"There were thousands and thousands of photos and video of Jessa on his computer and phone. From the dates, as far as we could tell, it looked like she might have been about thirteen when he started following her. We pulled his search history and phone records too. They were even worse. He knew everything about her and what she was doing. We also found he visited some questionable sites recently that indicated he might have been planning to harm Jessa." Ron swallowed.

I looked back at Cameron and my lip quivered. How could he have been doing this for that long and I had no idea? I used to give myself to him willingly. If he wanted me in that way, I used to be sick enough that I would have followed him anywhere he led. All he would have had to do was say the word and that stupid girl would have been in his arms doing anything she could to make him happy.

What did he gain by doing any of this?

"Darling, he's gone now. He can't hurt you." Cameron wrapped his arms around me.

I didn't correct Cameron. It was better for him to think I was crying because I was scared instead of him knowing there was a warped part of me that still cared about Nathan. If I admitted it to him, that would be something he and I could never come back from.

"Miss Miller, I am sorry we had to bring you down here like this, but we needed to put a few pieces together to officially close the case. I also want to assure you that the evidence we found, including the videos, will be properly secured to keep this away from the media. The only people who are aware of their existence are the four of us in this room and a contracted IT specialist that came highly recommended." Fallon informed me.

"How do you know no one will say anything to the media? They have ways of finding things out." I pulled my brows together.

"Daisy has been a great asset to the case. She's really good at her job. Did you know that in high school, she hacked into a major banking system and made it play the same song for forty-eight straight hours?" Ron beamed proudly.

"What song?" I asked. I was mixed with curiosity and a little scared of Daisy now.

"Baby Shark." Ron was tapping his hand on the table. I could see him do-do-da-dooing in his head.

"Good choice." I nodded. She was a mischievous little imp. That song was dangerous in the wrong hands.

"Did you know she also builds a fantastic fire to roast marshmallows on? All of you should stop over tonight for s'mores." Ron winked at me.

"I think we will have to take a rain check. Jessa left a message with her dad and manager before we left the house this morning. I think she will be a little busy the rest of the day." Cameron replied.

Fuck.

Cameron was right.

What was I going to say? I hadn't said why I wanted to talk to them in the message. I figured I would loop Link and my parents in before word got out about what happened. I never in my wildest dreams imagined there was going to be nothing to tell them.

They were both persistent and wouldn't accept me texting a false alarm message. I would have to come up with something.

"Well, you could tell them..." Good Jessa began.

"Shut up." Bad Jessa tackled her and placed a ball gag in her mouth.

Ugh. I appreciated Bad Jessa's assistance, but it was only because Good Jessa was right.

I did have something else I wanted to talk to them about. I just wasn't exactly ready to say it out loud. I had been holding that knot inside for a few weeks now because I was scared of what it would mean for everyone around me, especially Cameron.

It was time to put my big girl panties on and face my future head on. I had been stalling long enough.

I stood up from the chair and buried my head in the chest of the golden-haired boy I was madly in love with, knowing nothing would ever be the same for us after we walked out of this room.

"Are you ready to go home?" Cameron held onto me tightly like he knew what I was thinking already.

"Yeah, Cami, I am."