ou fin

cut through Vanessa's tirade like a

ou were afraid I might actually die, weren't you?" she said, her tone dangerously soft. "Then you'

's face

nsive accessory. "Which sixty-year-old board member did you have to sl

ou bitch!" she shrieked, lunging towa

d out and caught Vanessa's wrist in a surprisingly strong grip.

rowl. "And don't ever come near me again. Or I swear, I will tel

er arm free, the door opened again. Tw

name tag that read "Davis", stepped forwar

rt turning to a block of ice. She knew, wit

ulian's "n

he murder of Isabelle Reyes," Officer Da

She looked past the officers, at Vanessa's face. Sh

filled with theatrical horror. "Oh m

k, and she clamped her mouth shut, t

arm. They took her hands and cuffed them in front of her. The cold metal bit into h

ne good leg. As they escorted her out of the room, she pass

sl

rciful blanket over the absurdity of it all. Julian had done it. He had taken her false confession, her

on the table. "So, Ms. Reyes," he began. "Why

rning hatred, her father's violent rejection, her sister's gleeful curse. She was tr

plete it felt like peace. She would stop str

er voice calm and

e of it. "Okay," he said, picking up his pe

el of murderer. She would give them the ending they all wanted. But she wou

le. The secret of how she really died. An

d nothi