Ava’s POV

“I-it can be…” I stammered, looking at the box strangely, with my eyes blinking faster than I could count.

“No, no, Ava,” Cordelia said quickly, shaking her head sideways in disapproval. “It's not what you think at all, I mean, Ivana is your sister and your father, her father too,” she sighed. “Look, I'm sorry if the way I presented the case sounded off, but it wasn't my intention, and I don't want you to take it to heart either. She didn't kill him.”

Her words cut sharper than blades, and I covered my mouth with my hands, taking unsteady steps to my bed. How do I believe...