Victor
I was in Celeste’s old room, sitting in the single, small uncomfortable chair I’d given her, holding the test results I’d asked Finch to get for me.
The DNA did not match.
It was true then. Kevin had indeed switched out the bodies of Celeste for a different one and burned the body to cover his tracks. He had indeed helped them. And Constance had survived…
But I already knew this thanks to the letter she’d sent me personally and her little show in the court room.
Though, how she had pulled it off was still a mystery. One I hoped to figure out and duplicate.
She had to have split her soul somehow. But, even then, she couldn’t have possibly survived long outside of a body.
Yet, she looked to be in good health when I’d seen her at the trial. And she had been able to escape
