“I…what?” I take a small step away from her.
“It was quite amusing watching you try to figure it out. You had so many ideas of who it could be, but you never stopped to look at the people right in front of you.”
“You?” My brain fails to process the haughty words falling from her lips.
“Yes. Me. Any more stupid questions?”
“Why? Why did you do it?”
Alexanne’s arrogance slips, revealing raw guilt beneath. “I had to.”
“To win the contest?”
“I don’t think you would understand.”
“What about the marble and Grace’s anklet?”
“Nicely placed, don’t you think?”
“You know I have to turn you in.”
A short, sad laugh escapes her. “My dear Admira, it’s already too late. I’m surprised we were able to have the conversation we did.”
“What do you mean?” The acidic burn of fear crawls up my throat.
