They said she fell down the stairs.
That was Jason’s story. A tragic accident. Nothing more.
I never believed it.
When the church doors creaked open, a ripple of tension moved through the pews. Jason stepped inside wearing a tailored black suit, his face arranged into something that looked like sorrow if you didn’t know him well.
Beside him was a tall brunette in a fitted black dress.
Her hand clung to his arm like it belonged there.
My mother’s breath caught sharply. Her nails dug into my hand.
“Is he serious?” she whispered.
I felt cold all over.
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