I Didn't Mean To Kill Him

***Kyle's POV***

I slowly took my gaze to Mr. Devon, who didn't say a word as of the moment. Do I still need to know why he's not saying anything when it's pretty obvious?

“Kyle, I don't know what the judgment will be. Look, I know you did all this because you were desperate. I understand all this wouldn't have happened if only there was a way out for you, but you understand that we live in a world where even the slightest of crimes can put you behind bars.”

For the rest of the drive, I didn't say a word. I didn't even ask him where we were headed until we came to a stop in front of a five-star hotel.

I looked at Mr. Devon, who heaved a long deep sigh?

“You’ll be staying here for the night. You need to get rid of the clothes you're putting on and wash off the blood on your hands," he stated, looking exhausted.

“Mr. Devon, why are you still trying to help me when I'm a murderer now?”

He gently took his gaze in my direction. The look in his eyes showed nothing but sadness.

“Kyle, I'm