Page 190 of No One Was Supposed to Die at This Wedding

“I’m handling everything fine.”

“You call this handling things? And what happens if I tell Officer Anderson that you knew? Are you going to kill me, too?”

Wait,what?

“Don’t be ridiculous. You’re not telling Officer Anderson anything.” Emma’s voice drips with contempt. “What did you think, coming here? That I was going to want younow?”

“I want answers.”

“About?”

“Why you tried to frame me for murder.”

I lose my grip on the door handle and the door swings open with a loudCREAK. Shit.

“You might as well come in, El,” Emma says, her voice oddly calm.

I step through the door with Oliver right behind me. My throat is tight, my mind whirring.

What. The. Fuck. Is. Happening?

We walk into the living room. Emma’s wearing a pair of white joggers that I know sayBRIDEon the butt because we ordered them together one night over a bottle of wine. Her hair is up in a high ponytail, her face free of makeup. She looks calm and composed, the complete opposite of how I left her a couple of hours ago.

“How did you know I was there?” I ask, trying to make my voice sound normal but failing.

“Tyler told me you spotted him. I knew it was only a matter of time before you stuck your nose in.”

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing. Tyler was just leaving.”

“No, Em, I’m not.”

“Tyler?” I say. “What are you doing here?”

He takes in and releases a slow breath, deciding something. “She knew.”

“Knew what?”

“About Simone and Fred.”

My eyes fly to Emma. She doesn’t react, just stands there, patient.

“How?”

“I told her.”

“When?”

“Right after they got engaged.”

Oh my God. My God.

“Em?”

She looks at me, and it’s like I’m looking at her for the first time. Like I’m finally seeing her and she’s not someone I recognize. She’s a stranger on a screen.

“So?”

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