HE KNOWS SOMEONE IS TALKING.
I typed back.
YOU ALMOST GOT ME CAUGHT.
The response came immediately.
YOU WANTED REVENGE.
Then I typed the question I should've asked from the start.
HOW DO YOU KNOW I WANT REVENGE?
Three dots appeared on the screen.
BECAUSE YOU TOLD ME
I held my breath. Another message appeared.
SIX YEARS AGO. FINISH THEM!
Milan
I deleted the message without replying. I didn’t care who sent it. I didn’t care how they knew me, what they thought they knew about my case, or why they suddenly felt guilty after six years.
I didn’t come home looking for answers. I came home to kill.
The truth only mattered because it proved what I already knew. Malcolm helped ruin me. China helped him. Warren made sure the lie stuck.
That was enough for me. I put the burner phone in the duffel and zipped it shut.
I walked into the bathroom and looked at my reflection in the mirror.
I pictured this weekend from the time I got a invite. I thought revenge would feel good when it finally came. I expected to shake. I expected my heart to race. I thought hatred would take over. Instead, I felt calmer than I had in years.
They were getting ready for a wedding that would never happen. I stood next door, deciding who should die first.
The thought made me smile. I tied my hair back and washed off my makeup. China thought tomorrow belonged to her. She had included her schedule in the absurd seventeen-page wedding itinerary she sent to everyone.
China liked to be in control. That was always one of the biggest differences between us.
I enjoyed seeing plans fall apart. I switched off the bathroom light and got into bed.
The next morning, someone knocked hard on my door. I opened my eyes and looked up at the ceiling. There was another knock.
“Milan!”
It was China, of course. I checked the clock. It was 7:16 a.m.
Her wedding day had started. I smiled and got out of bed. China knocked again.
“I know you’re in there.”
“I heard you.”
“Well, open the door.”
I put on my robe and unlocked the door. China almost stumbled into the room.