Lena stood frozen, her mind swirling with Alex's words as she stared at the clothes which were previously neatly arranged, but Alex had succeeded in scattering here and there. Finally, Alex sighed impatiently. "Look, Lena, think about it. The AC was on when we got here. If you hadn't noticed or paid attention, the bed was ruffled. Mr. Moneau is as good as crippled right now and his fiancée is dead. Why would the room look like that?"Lena's eyes widened as the pieces began to fit together, but she stayed silent."And did you see her face when she walked in and saw both of us? She wasn't surprised, Lena. She was scared." Alex's voice rose slightly, her excitement building. "Also, why would she want Tessa's hair brush-" "Okay, I think that's enough, Alex," Lena cut her off, quickly closing the wardrobe doors. Her voice was firm, but deep down, she knew Alex might be onto something. "Whatever is going on, it's not our business. We've already caused enough trouble."'I mean, she literal
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