CHAPTER 113 Ariel death

The toy

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“Breathe in and out, calm down,” Jessie said. “What did you say?” She questioned, arching her brows.

I did exactly as I was told—inhaling and exhaling. “I think someone killed Aria.” I picked up the paper and handed it over to her.

Jessie was on her way to work when I called her to come over. My tone and speech were so urgent she couldn’t refuse.

Jessie took the paper, paper, and her eyes widened as she read through it. “This looks serious,” she remarked, squeezing her thumb beneath the other fingers. She leaned back on the sofa in the sitting room. “Do you remember the night you had the accident?”

“Like yesterday,” I responded. Every time I shut my eyes, I relived the incident. Yesterday, after seeing the paper, it was vivid. “And for Aria to print the chat out, it must have been very serious.” I paced around the center table.

“So what do we do now?” For the first time, the great strategist Jessie didn’t know what to do.

I stopped and faced her, throwing my hands casual