Ella
Vanessa's hands wrapped tighter around her coffee cup, and for a long moment I thought she might not answer at all, the weight of whatever she was about to say pressing visibly down on her shoulders.
"I saw her go over," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "Ella. My stepsister. I was there, on the balcony, when it happened."
I made myself breathe evenly, made myself hold the composure Solange had spent months building into me, though every part of me wanted to demand the whole truth at once. "Tell me what you remember."
"There was a struggle. Adrian had her phone, I was trying to keep her from leaving, and then we were near the railing and everything happened so fast." Tears slid freely down her face now, and I watched her relive a moment I remembered with far more
