"Why?"
Elodie’s brow furrowed, her youthful defiance flickering for a moment. Adelaide knew that look; her sister’s mind was finally connecting the jagged pieces of the morning's tragedy.
"Elodie," Adelaide interjected, her voice sharp but not unkind, "did you notice something? Anything unusual about the girl, Colette?"
Elodie poked her fair, smooth chin, her gaze turning wistful. "This morning... the teacher at the Lycée organized a study group to discuss the students arrested last week. That’s when I ran into Colette. You know, the daughter of the butcher who... who did that."
She paused, a shudder rippling through her. "Since we knew each other from the shop, we chatted. Now that I think about it, she was really pushing the idea of the savory cakes. She told me that after today, she
