“You're LuLu? You. How can you be…?” Amy's hands found Luther's chin. Lifting it up, she discovered she was right. There were two dark birthmarks there on his neck. They had always been there.
He was indeed LuLu!
“Oh my God.” She whispered.
“I know it's a lot to take in, but you just had a flight. You need rest.” He made to stand, but Amy dragged him down fiercely.
“You have to answer my questions. You have to tell me what you know.”
“Amy, trust me. You don't want to know what happened.”
Amy shook her head. She had to know. She wanted to know everything, and she wanted her family to pay. They knew her mother hadn't died of a health complication. They knew she was murdered, but they had lied.
The filthy scumbags had even blamed her for her mother's death. Maybe they killed her too.
