Chapter 28

ARIANA’S POV

My world was spinning. Everything was falling apart.

“What evidence?” I screamed at Emily. “My sister shot herself in the head!”

“But the gun, Ariana, the gun belonged to you!”

My heart sank. I was feeling an irresistible urge to puke, I was sweating, panicking and practically losing my mind. How had Emily come by this information?

“How do you know about any of this?” I asked now, trying to steady my voice and make sense of this new affront.

“I am a fan of true crime, horror, detective fiction…all of those so years ago when I came across Flora's

death on the front page of the Chicago Daily, I was fascinated…” Emily began.

“Fascinated?” My mother cut in. “You found my daughter's death fascinating? Dead by suicide on the same day as her older sister's wedding to Chicago's number one Bachelor?”

Emily paused, unable to go on with her story.

I could see why the story would be fascinating to Emily and it was for the very reasons my mother had pointed out but I said nothing, w