Ethan
The officer's question hung in the air, and for the first time since that conversation had begun, I struggled to answer.
My eyes went straight to Clara. She was sitting next to me, watching me, waiting.
And I knew exactly what she was thinking, because it was the same thing I was thinking.
Vanessa…
The name appeared in my mind like an unsettling shadow, not because I was convinced or because I had proof, not even because I wanted to point the finger… It was something much more complex.
Because a part of me still refused to believe she was capable. I had known Vanessa for years… She had worked with me, I had seen her make bad decisions, I had seen her become obsessed.
I had seen her cross lines, but that was one thing. And quite another was trying to end someone's life… Clara's
