Page 147 of A Curse On Black Lake
Eliana
“Imayberepeatingmyself, but I need to know,” Wyatt says.
I cross my arms and lift my chin, meeting his eyes.
The corner of his mouth tips up, and he tosses another peppermint into his mouth before clicking his pen. “Where were you last night?” he asks.
“With Killian.”
He writes something down in his little notebook. “And can you account for Killian’s whereabouts last night?” he asks.
I keep my face emotionless. I don’t like what he’s implying. It’s evident he wants to catch us in a lie to dig Killian a deeper grave.
“He was with me,” I state.
A vein pops in Wyatt’s neck, and it makes me take a step back.What is wrong with this man?
“Does anything else seem out of the ordinary? Is there anything you noted when you got here?”
“The girl is wearing my dress,” I tell him.
“Do you recall what store you bought it at?” he asks.
“No, you don’t understand. Imadethat dress. Whoever did this was in my house.”
“Have you been in the house yet?” Wyatt asks.
“No, but I would like to.”
Wyatt gestures for me to go ahead, and I silently beg Killian with a look to come with me.
He’s been staring at us the whole time with a hardened expression. He takes long strides over and steps between Wyatt and me.
We go through the back door, stepping into the kitchen, and I look around. Nothing seems out of place. It’s exactly as I left it.
“We entered the home due to the circumstances, but nothing has been touched, only photographed,” Wyatt says.
“Everything looks fine,” I mutter and step into the living room. It’s messy, which is my usual choice of decor, but it’s normal. Avoiding the apothecary, I go back into Gram’s room, and it’s also untouched, maybe even a little dusty. Since she died, I only changed the sheets, and folded her robe that was laying on the floor. After that, I closed the door and didn’t open it again until now.
I close the door and peek my head into the bathroom. Still, nothing looks strange. It’s clean, like I left it. Then I look in my room. There are clothes laying on the bed, and it’s haphazardly made, per my usual. But my closet door is slightly open. It’s entirely possible I left it that way. Grams would yell at me for leaving kitchen cabinets open all the time.
“Is anything different in here?” Wyatt asks over my shoulder.
“Maybe I don’t remember if I left the closet like that,” I tell him and anxiously reach for the door.
“Please don’t touch it,” Wyatt says quickly.
I jerk my hand away and toe the door back with my shoe. I didn’t have many clothes to begin with, but I left one dress here, and it’s gone because it’s on her.
“Can you confirm the dress you spoke of is gone?” Wyatt asks.
“Yes, it’s not here. it’s on Hazel.”
Killian leans forward, whispering in my ear, “Do you want me to check the study for you? I know it’s hard.”
I shake my head no, and his large hand clasps my shoulder. I have to do this. Ifhemessed with my ancestors’ journals, I don’t know how I’ll respond, but it won’t be pretty.
Taking a deep breath before I open the door, Killian’s hand grabs the back of my neck again in silent encouragement, and it steadies me.
