Forty-five.

EPILOGUE.

A FEW MONTHS LATER...

The deaths of Raelyn and her twins had spread like wildfire. She had planned a fake death to claim half of her husband’s property, and now she was dead for real. Penny stood in front of her daughter’s tomb silently. She had been buried with her twins a couple of weeks ago, and they had come to visit her tomb with a couple of friends . She could neither cry nor scream because she was numb. Never in a million years had she expected the death of any of her children.

Raelyn was the black sheep of the family, but she was still her child. She did a lot of terrible things, but that didn’t mean she should have died that way. Bel stood behind the crowd, observing with a small smirk on her face. There was no one to brag about her riches any more.

“ Hey,” Anika said, tapping Bel on the shoulder.

“ Hi, how are you holding up?” She asked Anika.

“ Numb, terrible, horrible. I lost my best friend, Bel,” she sobbed.

“ I know; she was mine too. I know we had petty sq