"Logan told you it's just a game. Can't you let it go?"I couldn't hear a word she was saying. All I could do was gather my mother's ashes back into the urn.Playing the victim, Logan clutched his throat and whined, "Camille, my neck really hurts. I almost died just now."She had been going on and on at me a second ago, but went silent at his words. She ran her fingers gently over the marks on his neck and rushed him off to the hospital, panicked out of her mind.The mansion went quiet, empty except for me. There wasn't much left of my mother's ashes, but it still took me a long time to gather it all.I fought back tears, refusing to let them fall onto her remains. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Mom."In the silence, my phone buzzed with a new message from the private investigator.[Mr. Locke, I don't think your mother's death was a suicide.]He sent me a five-minute clip of security footage, in which both my mother and Logan could be seen. I couldn't make out what they said to each
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