Every Little Breath

I was nineteen when I discovered my boyfriend's father was a serial killer.

I stumbled upon his latest victim tied up in the basement of the house he was renovating, and it was my evidence that helped convict him to a life in prison.

My boyfriend never forgave me for turning against his dad and a couple of years later took his own life.

That was fifteen years ago.

I am now a local evening radio presenter, but it seems I can...