Chapter 4

I hovered above the press conference, watching.

Andrew hung up in a panic and bolted from the room, his face drained of color. As he ran, he kept repeating under his breath, "Impossible. How could she have killed herself? Emily wouldn't die. She couldn't."

Frantically, he kept calling my number. But all he got was, "The number you have dialed can't be reached right now."

That was because I had blocked him on every channel. No calls went through. No messages were delivered.

By the time Andrew reached my rented room, the police had already taped off the scene, tagging…