Chapter 13

  “She is dead. I killed that bitch," I spat through gritted teeth, my voice filled with bitter satisfaction. The weight of those words hung heavy in the air, releasing a toxic mix of anger and triumph that intoxicated my senses.

  Emma gasped at my admission while Aaron sat observing me, not taking his eyes off me. 

  “Isla, where are you going with this?” He asked with an eyebrow raised. 

  “ that baby was Mora’s, and my sister took her on as her own with Miller. And now their dead because of that evil Mrs Jenkins, who we have locked up downstairs in the cells. I want to go and personally kill her myself.”

  “Isla, no. You can’t be doing that. I still have questions for her. She cannot do any more damage locked up down there. She is fully guarded and unable to escape.” Aaron assured me, but I frowned. She was evil and more clever than any of us could ever realise. 

  “She knew who I was when