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BLAIR’S POV

Right after dinner, my father followed me to my room and continually tried to persuade me to stay.

“We all just can’t leave,” he said,

“Someone would need somebody,”

“Well, I am afraid, I cannot be that person, father,” I countered.

I did not want to stay. I couldn’t.

My heart was set on uncovering Jane’s schemes and I had her thoughts at the back of my head, all through the period of our mourning.

I had kept the information I had on Jane as a secret and all that Steven was trying to uncover, just before he passed.

Deep in my heart, I knew that this was up to me.

It was the reason Steven delivered the message to me, and not anyone else.

We both knew that Brian was likely to react violently, taking the law into his hands, and my father was likely to not believe a word that we said, unless we had concrete evidence.

As far as Ashley and my father were concerned, Jane was an angel, and until we are able to prove beyond reasonable doubt that she was not what he thought