Quinn Ortega sat with his head lowered, lost in thought.

I stood in the corner, wondering why I was still tethered to him, despite my body being in the process of being cremated.

Nothing seemed to have changed—I was still bound to him, following him wherever he went. Was it because the killer hadn't been caught yet?

As I pondered, I heard footsteps approaching upstairs. Audrey Macy arrived.

I was surprised. Quinn Ortega’s parents had always disliked Audrey Macy and had made it clear that she was never welcome.

How had she managed to come in?

Quinn Ortega asked the same question.

Audrey Macy’s expression stiffened, and she said pitifully,...