“Yes, it’s best we keep it a secret for now—at least until the case is fully closed,” Anastasia had murmured, voice laced with pain. “I miss Lily. How I wish Gracie didn’t do it, but the truth is painful. I can’t hate her, though. She’s like a sister to me.”
She had spoken of me as if I were already guilty. As if I had done the unthinkable.
“How I wish it too.” Marcus had sighed. “The case has been reopened, and someone’s been digging up new evidence. But there are still discrepancies. If only I could do everything to help you find Lily, Anastasia. I know how much you miss your daughter. But Gracie knows where she disposed of the body.”
“Yes, she does.” Anastasia’s voice had hardened. “And you must find out where. Lily loved and trusted her. If she truly cared, she would confess.”
“I will, Anna. I will.”
The words had cut through me like knives.
Anastasia had never truly believed me. None of them had.
Now, Marcus poured my favorite berry wine, offering it with a smile. “Thank you,” I murmured, forcing myself to act normal.