41 - I’m Going Home
Emma
I frowned. Her green eyes were sharp when she told me that my mom was killed. Murdered.
“But it was a stupid plane crash.”
“And how often do private planes of huge celebrities crash, kitten?” Zayed asked, his chocolate brown eyes pinned on me.
I shook my head, “No. She couldn’t have been murdered. I’m sure—”
“There’s a chance that she was.”
“Autopsy?” Cillian asked Elena.
She pursed her lips and shook her head. “It seemed a fake, but they cremated her after the funeral ceremony so we can’t prove it.”
“Who could’ve killed her?” I asked, looking up from my lap to all of them. Cillian’s face was hard to read as always, but Zayed, slowly rubbing his lips, looked like there was something churning in his head.
“My bet is on the stalker… but why would he kill
