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