Chapter 62

The more I spoke, the harder she shook her head in denial.

"There's no way Adler could have dad's pendant if they hadn't crossed paths! Eva, listen to me!"

I had picked myself up from my dust immediately she knocked at my door, looking pale and rubbing her arms for warmth as she walked in.

Just like me, she wanted it to be a joke so badly; just like me, she was crushed in denial. At one point, she covered her ears, refusing to hear more.

All I wanted was to shield her, away from it all; I didn't want to believe I dropped her right in the middle of chaos myself.

Right now, she sat on my bed all frozen up, her hair sticking to her face, reminding me of the helpless fifteen-year-old girl who had run to me, excited to see my shoes and puzzled as to why I came alone.

"I want to see your shoes, Lily. Are they pink? Why are you crying? Where is Dad?"

"I'm sorry, Evie. I'm so sorry."

Seven years later, here we were right with the victim of my