“You only ever call me when you need something,” Candice says, her voice cold. “You didn’t even tell me about the diaries… Now it makes sense why you kept it from me—why you didn’t want me to know your husband killed Nadia.”
The words sting.
I shut her up with a sharp hiss. “Shhh. He didn’t kill anyone. Don’t you get it? They’re trying to frame him. And Joseph is involved.”
My eyes drift out to the street below. I grip the edge of the balcony, the air cool against my skin. I still haven’t gotten over that message from last night—the one I now know was from my twin. I haven’t even responded to Alex’s call. I couldn’t. Not after that.
Candice leans back on the balcony rail, arms stretched, her back pressed against the cool metal. Her blonde hair blows around her face in the wind as she l
