CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
Cassie sat opposite the detectives, staring down at her clasped hands with their torn and bitten cuticles. She knew how badly she’d messed up the interview. Pieced together, the evidence painted a bleak picture. The fight she’d had with Margot, and her packed bags, told a story all on their own. Her excessive use of medication, and forgetting basic facts that a responsible au pair should have remembered, would convince the police she was unreliable and untrustworthy.
She couldn’t have chosen a worse time to overdose on the incorrect meds. The gaps in her memory were incriminating her, and if the police learned about the disturbing dream she had—if it was a dream at all—it would add to the weight of evidence against her.
She sensed that the writing was on the wall and
