Deven shut her eyes against the harsh reality. She didn’t need to read it. There was only one entry, and she knew exactly what it said, word-for-agonizing-word. She’d been young and stupid, and she never thought that it would come back to haunt her.

“Please, no,” she whispered, her eyes pleading as they looked up to April.

The woman seemed satisfied with the reaction. “Just like I thought,” she said with a sneer. “There’s only one person responsible for why Kennedy isn’t here. And that is you, Deven.”

No, she did not believe it. None of it was true. April was lying again, like she had always done, and this was clearly just another one of her mind games, one of her cons. Deven would be damned if she allowed this woman to warp her childhood anymore.

“Look, I hate this has to end,” April said finally with a shrug. “It was a fun ride. I have to catch a flight, so I’ll leave you. Don’t try to search for me, you won’t find me, I promise. And hey, look on the bright side. At least Kennedy is out of your way, and you can be the only child like you’ve always wanted, right?”

April gave a wink and sauntered out of the room, leaving Deven trembling on the ground. No, she couldn’t let her get away with this. She mustered as much strength as she could, crawling to the hall. The front door closed and Deven stumbled to her feet, nearly toppling over herself to make it to the stairs. She was pulling out her cell phone and stabbing at the digits she could barely see through her cloudy vision.

Paul answered immediately. “Deven? Where are—”

“Paul, get to the airport,” she cried as she raced through the front door with renewed vigor. “Kennedy it’s—she’s getting away. Call the police, hurry! They killed her!”

And with that, Deven took off down the street to where she’d parked her car. Neither April nor Erika were anywhere in sight but that didn’t matter. Deven just had to get to the airport. They could still catch them. She prayed that Paul and the police would make it there with her.

Deven flipped on her hazard lights and bolted onto the expressway on two wheels. Her duress had been replaced with a determined anger. No, she hadn’t been the best sister, but dammit she was going to get the women who had ruined so many lives, including poor Kennedy’s.