Alice POV.
Frances and I stood in front of Andrew's door, knowing he wasn’t there but we were going to wait for his return.
“He probably doesn’t know anything and we are just overthinking it,” Frances said.
She was clearly in denial about her uncle knowing anything about her parent's death. I don’t blame her, I feel the same way. Andrew was the closest thing to a grandfather to me. I thought that since he had been a loyal adviser to my parents for years, he would tell the three of us whatever our parents knew. However, if he did participate in a bloodbath, it would be hard for him to say a thing. Breaking a blood oath isn’t possible without the host being harmed or worse.
“I want to believe that too,” I told my friend. “But we all lost our parents. How is it that the ones most loya
