41 - I’m Going Home

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 ch