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
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