CHAPTER 49
Erin's POV
I sat on the edge of the armchair in the living room, my fingers tapping on the armrest in quick, loud beats. The quiet in the room was uncomfortable, but it gave me time to think, which made it a little easier to handle.
For days, I'd been struggling with how much Dante's new friend Jane reminded me of someone. Every time I looked at her, it made me nervous and brought up old memories I'd tried to forget. Memories I shouldn't have to think about again because... Erica was gone. I was the one who ended her life.
So why did Jane remind me so much of her? From the way she tilted her head to the sound of her laugh, there were times when I thought my sister was back from the dead to bother me. But that couldn't be true - or so I kept saying to myself. I don't usually
