I choke on a sob caught in my throat, “I don’t know anymore. When Victor first accused her, I was positive that Grace wasn’t the murderer. But then the marble, and she had that key, and she knows Antonin, who could have helped her,” I pause to take a gulp of air, “and now the bracelet. I don’t know if I even know who she is anymore.”
The tears break from my own eyes. “The facts are all there. If I didn’t know Grace, I would think she was the murderer. But…she can’t be, right? Please, please tell me you don’t think Grace is the murderer.”
Alexanne shifts her gaze away from mine. I turn to Violette. She looks at me helplessly, “I don’t know, Admira. I don’t want it to be Grace, but…”
I nod, “What am I supposed to do? What if it is Grace? Should I betray her and turn her in to William? I j
