JACK ELLIOTT
Present day
Marjorie stares at Diana, resentment darkening her eyes. She drops the spoon in her hand and leans on the table.
"Excuse me?" Diana quirks an eyebrow. "I didn't kill my brother. He tripped and fell down the stairs."
"He's not your brother." Marjorie says. "You are adopted. Just like Jack. I'm tired of trying to protect your feelings the way Edward did. Everytime I look at you, I see the little evil girl who killed my boy. You've got your answer. That's why I hate you."
Marjorie leaves the table.
Diana stares at me in shock. I stare at her in disbelief. Nicko is lost in his own world, enjoying the meal that his grandmother made for him. Wait, is Marjorie his grandmother or aunt?
"Why is Marjorie so mad at you, Mom?" Nicko asks, chewing on his food.
"I don't
