[He does not lift his head, and the shadows obscure all, but even so he imagines the revulsion that must be contorting Oliver's expression. He hears the disbelief quaking in his voice and waits for that disbelief to either soften into consolation or harden into censure. The long moment of waiting for Oliver's feelings to pull toward one side or the other is like the long moment in which one teeters on a precipice and knows that he will either hold his balance or topple.]

I told you, everything happened so fast-- I was scared. We were all terrified. And once we started trying to cover up-- what happened...we couldn't stop.

[As all the fear he had kept locked up inside of him for so long flies free, his voice trembles from the force of it, and his words pitch forward trying to keep up with his racing mind.]

I wanted to go to the police. Afterward, both Michaela and I tried to tell the police. But she-- but Annalise stopped us. I tried to do the right thing, I did.