Chapter 5: The Last Request
“What are you doing here?” I shouted.
A dark-haired boy stepped forward carefully.
“It’s not what you think, Miss Mabel.”
“How did you get into my house?”
He swallowed.
“Angie told us you kept a spare key under the flowerpot on the windowsill.”
I pointed toward the door.
“Get out. You are not welcome here. Haven’t you done enough?”
One of the girls started crying. The others looked destroyed, like none of them had slept since the accident.
But they didn’t leave.
Then the blond girl stepped forward, her voice trembling.
“We’re here to fulfill Angie’s last request.”
The words stopped me.
“Last request?”
Why had my daughter left a wish with them that she had never shared with me?
“Please,” the girl whispered. “Just come with us.” Continue Reading ⬇️
