Olivia’s POV
I followed the sound of the shout.
It was my parents.
They ran into the parking lot, breathless, horror written across their faces.
“Evelyn, stop!” my mother screamed. “Don’t make a mistake!”
Evelyn didn’t lower the knife. Her hand trembled, but not with fear—only rage.
“It was her!” she cried hysterically, pointing at Aria. “She killed Olivia! I’m avenging my sister!”
And then she thrust the blade forward.
“No!” I screamed.
My father lunged at her at the same instant, grabbing her wrist with all his strength. They struggled violently, shoes scraping against concrete. He tried to wrench the knife away—
But it was too late.
The blade still pierced Aria’s side.
Blood bloomed across her black coat.
“Aria!” I sobbed, my voice breaking into nothingness. “You can’t die.
