Chapter 8

"Sienna's dead? Yeah, right." Hector scoffed, barely giving it a thought before turning back to Emma's birthday celebration.

"Good riddance. I don't ever want to see her again," he muttered, hanging up.

The hatred in his voice was hard, like he believed I'd gotten exactly what I deserved. Then his gaze softened, shifting back to Emma, unbothered—until the police called again.

Hector didn't trust Yuna, but he couldn't ignore the police. Their words made his eyes narrow. "Officer, you're saying Sienna's been dead for three months? That's impossible. I got a text from her two months ago. What, am I supposed to believe it was a ghost?"

Watching from above, I almost wished I could message him, just to mess with his head.

"She was a menace," Hector sneered. "Dead or alive, the world's better off without her."

The officer hesitated, but Hector hung up, annoyance bubbling over as he stepped onto the balcony for a smoke.

"What a joke. How long is she planning to haunt me?" he muttered, s