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Julie's POV:

This couldn't be possibly happening to me. I thought I got lucky when they never mentioned anything about the meat to me. They obviously just didn't know yet. If they were on such an intense search for Jimmy and Tommy now, they were about to tear apart the country looking for them.

I couldn't let that happen. I had to get all of the blame onto Tommy. I had to prove Jimmy as the innocent one. I've already started blaming Tommy, I just needed to continue.

Jimmy was in my bedroom. Remembering every single thing I told the cops would be crucial. I'd have to repeat it to him, so that if he ever gets arrested then his story would match mine.

I continued to let the fake tears roll down my cheeks. Pretending to cry bought me enough time to come up with a plan. Cameron had escorted Carrie out of the living room. He was going to tell her about the meat. Carrie would definitely be knocking on my door later tonight wanting to talk to me about it. I was the only one she could talk to about that house. If I started blaming Tommy she'd go along with it in a heartbeat.

Hopkins rested back in her chair. She was chewing on the back of her pen as she watched me. I kept my head low and waited until Cameron walked back into the living room. He was rolling up his sleeves and sat down on the edge of the chair. I wiped the tears off of my face.

"Can I restart?" I asked. I made sure my voice was shaky. I had to get them to feel bad for me, just like I did when I first met Jimmy.

"Restart what?" Cameron asked.

"My story," I said. "I'm so sorry. I've been so scared. I don't want to go to jail. I've been making things up so you wouldn't take Hunter from me. I' m sorry. I was so terrified."

"Absolutely not," Hopkins said.

"Go ahead." Cameron shot her a look and Hopkins rolled her eyes. "Start from the beginning. And Julie, this is your last chance. If we find out you've been lying you'll be serving some time."

I took in a deep breath and nodded my head. This was my last chance and I couldn't mess it up.

"I met Jimmy a couple months before I disappeared," I started. I wish I had a night to think this over. "I met him in a bar – I was under aged of course – but a fake ID got me in. He offered to buy me a drink and we spent the whole night talking."

"Why would Jimmy be in a bar in New York?" Hopkins asked.

"He had a friend that lived New Hampshire and he stopped for the night at a hotel nearby."

Hopkins nodded her head, but I'm sure she was doubting me.

"Anyways," I continued. "We wrote each other letters for months and months. That's what most of those letters you found were. We fell in love and he felt bad for me when he found out I was a stripper and how lonely I was."

"And then he kidnapped you?" Hopkins asked.

"Let her finish," Cameron said. His elbows were resting on his knees and his fingers were tented in front of his face.

"He never kidnapped me, but they did kidnap Carrie," I told them.

"Why did they kidnap Carrie?" Cameron asked.

"Tommy wanted a girl and Charles – their father – was sick enough to go out and get him one. That's not what happened with Jimmy and I. Jimmy asked me to marry him in one of his letters and we planned for him to pick me up so that we could live in Virginia together."

It hadn't dawned on me that I didn't know what state I was living in until I heard them mention it on the news.

"Why didn't you tell anyone you were marrying Jimmy?" Hopkins asked.

"I was too afraid to tell Lina. She would beg and plead for me to stay in New York with her and I didn't want that."

"So you'd prefer that she worries about you and thinks that you've been murdered?"

"No. And if I could turn back time I would have done it differently."

She nodded her head and jotted a few things down in her notebook. "So you were fine living with a house full of murderers?"

"No. Not at all." I shook my head. "I didn't know about any of the murders until I lived there for a couple of months. Jimmy never told me about that before I moved."

"Then why stay?" Hopkins asked.

"I begged for Jimmy to let us move out of the house. I wanted to be nowhere near that. I didn't leave because I had nowhere to go. I knew nobody else in Virginia."

"Then why not call the police?"

"And say what? That my fiancé's family was murdering people? I didn't want Jimmy to go to jail. He didn't do anything."

"Jimmy didn't do anything?" Cameron asked me.

"No. He hated the murders. Charles and Tommy wanted him to join, but he never did. He would lock us in his room and we'd spend the rest of the day away from it."

"Jimmy never once hurt anyone?" Hopkins raised an eyebrow.

"No. You know the scar on his face? One night Jimmy threatened to call the cops and tell them about what was going on. Tommy held him down while Charles sliced open his cheek as a punishment. Jimmy and I tried saving up enough money to move out, but we didn't have enough until Tommy stabbed me."

"Why'd Tommy stab you?" Cameron asked.

"Tommy was in love with me. He is jealous and psychotic. Ask Carrie about any of this and she'll tell you the same. She knew he was in love with me. She never saw Jimmy hurt me or anyone else either."

"Carrie told me you were kidnapped too."

"Charles made me tell her that." I let one tear escape my eye. He told me that she would trust me more if she thought I was kidnapped too. I didn't want to lie, but after watching him slice open his own son, I was too afraid to disagree."

"So what about the meat? How'd Jimmy never know about that?" Hopkins asked.

"Charles and Tommy said I needed to cook what was in the freezer," I said. "I never questioned it, and I know that may sound dumb. But one night Tommy was taunting me and he told me. I couldn't stop throwing up after he told me. He said if I ever told Jimmy he'd hurt me."

I bit hard down onto my cheeks to help build up the tears in my eyes. When I blinked they came rolling down my cheeks, and I didn't bother to wipe them away.

"Tommy is who you want," I told them. "I'd say Charles too, but he had the heart attack and died. Jimmy is innocent in all of this. He's a victim, just like Carrie and I."

Hopkins and Cameron looked at each other. Hopkins raised her eyebrows and Cameron mouthed a few words.

"Am in trouble?" I asked.

"No you're not, Juliet," Cameron said. "But we do want to talk to you tomorrow morning."

I nodded my head and wiped away my tears. Cameron was the first to stand up, and Hopkins soon followed.

"Thank you for the truth, Juliet," Cameron told me. "We'll see you tomorrow morning."

"I'll be there."

When the door clicked shut, I dragged myself from the living room, down the hallway and down to my room. I opened up the door a crack and slipped into my room. Jimmy was sitting on my bed. He had the cellphone that Carrie had gotten me, and was trying to navigate his way through it. I couldn't stop my lips from lifting into a smile.

"Julie, what's wrong?" he asked me.

My eyes must be all red from crying. I curled up into the bed and rested my head on Jimmy's chest. I could hear the strong, steady sound of his heartbeat. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me closer to him.

"How do you even work this thing?" he asked me, holding up the cellphone. I took it out of his hands and set it down on the mattress behind me.

"First, I need to tell you something," I said. "I found a way out of this for us."

And then I told him everything I told the cops.