Tabitha
When Mathias mentioned a culprit, I frankly expected him to point at Sloane. Instead, he took us to the living room to play the kitchen’s CCTV footage on his big screen flat TV. And there, we found our answer—much to my own disappointment. In the video, Kelly, the former cook, had walked into the kitchen acting all nice, and even kind enough to help me before Madam Karen called for her. I had thought she was nice, but the video highlighted how she callously filled the bowl of flour with an unhealthy dose of salt while I was occupied with whisking eggs and milk in another bowl.
The video ended, and the silence was synonymous with a graveyard. All I could do was free a heavy sigh, one that finally relieved me from the block in my chest. From the very start, when Sloane forced me to
