Because I was kidnapped as a child, my dad had a tracker embedded in my bracelet. That day, when I couldn’t find it, my dad called immediately: “Take nothing. Come downstairs immediately. Your brother is waiting in car…” – News

in debt. I panicked. My brain wasn’t working. Those plans, the asylum, the drugs. I was backed into a corner. And Jessica kept whispering in my ear. She pushed me to do it. If she hadn’t manipulated me—”

“You’re blaming Jessica.”

“I’m not deflecting blame. I just want you to know that what we had, my feelings for you, they were real.”

His voice trembled,continue reading …