"Amelia is so kind and gentle, and Chloe is just... a mess." The words were meant to sting, bu

ye to say. It was her mother's birthday. She had to go. No

. But the moment she stepped through the door, the music seemed to falter.

to show your face here? After the stunt you pulled? Faking

pport. "How could you do this to us, Chloe? We thought you wer

cusations, the anger, the fake tears. It was

k now, that's what matters. She must have had her reasons." She looked at Chloe with eyes that said, See wha

t it years ago, a time capsule of her foolish youth. On her desk were stacks of unopened letters she had written to Blake, filled wit

was a piece of her old, obsessive self. She sealed the bo

he heard voices from the hallway. Her

ome! Amelia has been looki

am Stone. The leader of the thugs who had kidnapped and killed her. He was smiling, shaking her father's han

rderer was a guest at her mother's birthday party