Revenge Is Sweet, Love Is Sweeter

his house anymore, Doris?" Emit' s voi

is a guest. Are you just going to sta

to see the tears welling in my eyes

amed. He was wrong. I was jus

preparing a fruit platter, her movements graceful and practiced. Isadora was right

like a puppy, always telling me how much she a

ping with fake politeness. "Could

just pushed the bowl of fruit a

d back. "

to mangoes. D

r. The knife clattered beside it, bouncing off the t

antly, bright red ag

floor, tears streaming down her face. "Doris, I kn

breathing becoming ragged. "The knife...

perfect imitation of som

I said, my voice sha

was lis

saw Gigi on the floor, bleeding and hysteric

e leg of a chair. I fell, my hip hitting th

trying to push myself up. "It' s on

I've never heard of that.

isted, the pain in my hip making me dizzy.

get the piece of paper

n looking at me. His eyes were fixed on Gigi' s pale,

she were made of glass. "It's okay," he murm

g right past me as if I wasn't there, as

very ounce of strength I had, I pulled myself up, lea

m, the silence of the h

the doorknob, a hand s

ad

choing in the hallway. "Tha

s three years old, "is for Everleigh. You killed her, you bi

years surged through me. I swung m

n't ki

er. No one will ever believe you. Not Emit. Not my grandparents.

t out of me.

rt. My hands shook as I stared at the doctor's sig

as the

ter to the floor like dead leaves. Evidence meant no