(Eleanor's POV)

I stared at her, my eyes flashing with fury. “It was you?” She didn't look apologetic at all; instead, she smiled wider. “Sarah, what's going on?” Tiffany spoke to her, still taking her stance in front of me. “Step aside, young Ms.” She twirled the gun again. “This has nothing to do with you.”

I stepped out from behind Tiffany, my face now calm. I stared at the girl in front of me; she looked nothing like the nanny from minutes ago, her usual cheerful face replaced with a dangerous glint, her dress too expensive for a common nanny to acquire.

“Why did you frame me?” The question...