I think that Collins was the one behind Marcelyn’s death.
The words resounded in my ears like an annoying alarm, making my heart skip a beat.
As I picked up my biscuits, I saw Jacob go still beside me. It was a tell-tale sign of how much Marcelyn meant to him after all these years. She was the love of his life after all.
My eyes grew the size of saucers and a newfound fear rushed through my veins stilling the blood flowing inside me. Marcelyn was the last woman in Jacob’s life and she had an untimely death. Would the same thing happen to me?
“What makes you think so?” I heard Jacob say.
I turned to face him and his face remained as hard as ever. His lips were pressed into a thin line and I could visibly see him clenching his fists by his side. Lifting my eyes from Jacob, I observed L
