LAURA’S POV
I stood on the front porch, my breathing not steady and my hands sweaty. Even in the cold, it feels as if my body is on fire. My teeth clenched while gritting on it, not out of anger, but out of fear. Fear of what Jade told me is true.
Bitterness piled up in my throat as I try to gather my thoughts. How will I confront my mother? How do you ask your mother if she ordered a kill on your father, the man who loved his family and loved his wife more than life itself?
I raised my hand and placed it on the knob to open the door, and took a deep breath in before I enter the house. The house is quiet. The only noise I hear is the rain falling on the ceiling and the wind blowing.
The sound of my shoes creaks on the wooden floor as I make my way upstairs to confront my mother. I stil
