Arianna
My mother was poisoned.
I read the line again.
Then again.
As if somehow the words might rearrange themselves into something less horrible if I stared long enough.
They didn’t.
Easton sat beside me on the floor near the SUV, one hand resting against my back while Braxton and Louie stood a few feet away, silent for once. Nobody asked what the report said. They didn’t have to.
My face had already told them.
“She knew,” I whispered.
Easton’s hand moved slowly between my shoulder blades.
“Your mother?”
I nodded.
The report shook between my fingers.
“It says traces of aconitine were found in a blood sample taken the day before she died.”
Braxton frowned.
“Then why wasn’t that in the official report?”
“Because this isn’t official.”
I turned the page.
“My mother had some
