Agatha's POV
I hated her. Every time she smiled at me, it made my skin crawl. That fake, innocent smile like she didn’t remember a thing. Like I hadn’t smashed her head into the floor with my own two hands. She looked at me like I was just another friendly face.
She forgot everything. That was supposed to be my win. She wasn't exactly supposed to survive anyway. But instead of being scared or confused, Autumn was smiling. Acting polite. Acting sweet. It made me feel sick.
She was supposed to be dead! But no. She was walking around this house like nothing had happened. Worse of all, she now saw me as a sister that loved her and she was being nice to me too? Who wants her kindness?
I had to finish what I started. If she ever got her memory back, she’d expose me. She’d ruin everything. I
