Chapter Twenty — What are you talking about?

Ivanna's POV

"What are you talking about?" She moved backwards. Like she was terrified. And her fingers were trembling. She sat on the bed and almost at the same time she stood and was pacing. Even her voice was barely audible.

"You killed her, June," I repeated, slightly puzzled by her chaotic reaction. "You were there when she died. Who knows what you fed her before I came in."

"I didn't kill her. I couldn't have. I'm not a fucking killer!" She shrieked, grabbing a handful of her hair and yanking it.

What the hell was going on with her? I hadn't...