Desperation drove me to break into Connor’s car and later his storage unit. I found cleaning supplies, bleach, rubber gloves, and a stained carpet. But I was arrested — Connor had reported the break-in. The photos were inadmissible. I took a plea deal for stalking and breaking and entering. My criminal record was permanent.
Connor successfully became executor of Roxy’s estate and took her trust fund. He moved to Seattle — Roxy’s dream city — with Nicole. They got engaged. He started a scholarship in Roxy’s name and gave talks about grief and healing while young women kept disappearing around him.
I lost everything: my friends, my education, my reputation, my freedom. Even Roxy’s family turned against me. Years later, I’m still watching from a distance in Portland, documenting patterns, knowing Connor continues his game.
He didn’t just kill Roxy. He destroyed anyone who loved her enough to seek the truth. He turned me into the villain in her story.
And he won completely.
Roxy’s favorite color was green, not purple. She hated pad thai. She was planning to distance herself from Connor before she disappeared. These small truths are all I have left.
I keep watching. I keep remembering. Because someone has to.
The cycle continues. And I’m powerless to stop it.
