{Isla’s POV}The wiper was the loudest in the car.I was cold but couldn’t care less about that. Tonight’s event replayed in my head.Marcus drove with both hands on the wheel, and his eyes didn’t leave the road once. Not even when he received a phone call from his husband. For a second, I was scared they were going to kill me, but I remembered they still needed my signature.I folded myself into the corner of the back seat in a dress with no back. Every time we passed a streetlight, the car went gold, then dark, and each time it went gold, I could see the blood dried into the creases of my knuckles. None of it was mine. I curled my fingers; Poppy's picture was underneath it. I had been holding it so tight my fingers had gone numb, and when I opened it, the school photograph was creased down the middle, and I couldn’t help but think why Axel would kill that man.“Marcus.”“Mrs. Blackwood.”“Why did Axel kill him? Where did he get the gun?”The wipers went right, left, and Marcus eyes
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