I saw the blood drain from his face.
Her mouth opened, but no sound came out.
Rachel let out a muffled sigh.
“Oh my God.”
Noah turned towards me.
“Mom… why is she looking at me like that?”
I couldn’t answer.
Not yet.
My father finally managed to utter a few words.
“We have to leave. Now. All of us.”
I laughed, a dry, empty laugh.
“You can’t just show up at my house after fifteen years and start giving me orders.”
“Elena, listen to me,” he said. “Daniel knows where she is. If Rachel is alive, then he knows it too. He will come here.”
That name made the room tremble.
Inspector Daniel Harper.
My parents had told everyone that he was the man I had run away with.
The cop who had “ruined” me.
The man they claimed had disappeared before anyone could question him.
Their version of events portrayed me as the reckless girl and him as the perfect villain, but even this lie concealed something far worse.
Rachel approached, her voice weak and trembling.
“You told them I was dead.”
