This is basically a time jump to after the murderer is killed, and this is what is going through her mind.

Arabella's POV

This isn't happening, it can't have happened. It's impossible, noway. Yet...it did, it managed to happen. These thoughts flood my mind, I struggle to take a breath from my thoughts but the feeling of drowning consumes me. I try to shut off my mind and focus on the horrific sight in front of me. The bright lights from the police cars flash in my face, the wind blowing in my hair. A deep chill runs down my spine as I stare at the dead body who was found underneath the fresh layer of fallen autumn leaves. I watch as detectives and police officers carefully tread around the crime scene, looking for further clues. I watch from a distance my wavy red hair blowing in the wind. Few police officers and detectives look in my direction with suspicion in their eyes. I stare back at them, my red hair dancing in the wind. Few people gave me looks of confusion, probably wondering why I am here, why I am watching detectives unravel a crime scene right in front of my eyes as I watch from a far. Some gave me looks of suspicion, probably believing I have something to do with this murder, but if I did, wouldn't I be handcuffed and taken off sight as soon as it is possible? Yet most people didn't give it a second thought that I was watching, they probably think I had nothing to do with this murder, yet...I don't even know if that statement is true....

You don't have to know the dead to be the murderer. There are some sick people in this world, people who kill without reason, that's what my mother has always said, yet she didn't know she was saying it while living with one of those sick people....