RONANI didn’t drink the tea, my eyes watched it though, but I didn’t dare take it. Father was murdered and who knows if it was the same tea that caused this.I left it on the side table until it went cold, the steam dying slow, that faint dark smudge on the rim drying into nothing. I stared at it until the clock said nine twenty and my hands stopped shaking.Then I picked up the mug with a cloth, poured it into the empty champagne glass, and locked both in the bottom drawer of father's desk. My desk now. The key went into my pocket.I put the autopsy back in its envelope and hid it under my shirt.The door was still open an inch.Ella stood there with her hand on the frame, watching me, her smile laid perfectly on her face, like it was practiced."You didn’t drink it," she said, soft and hurt. "I made it how you like. Black, no sugar, just like your father liked.""I’m not thirsty," I said.Her eyes flicked to the side table, it was empty now. Her brow twitched, just a little."Oh,"
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