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Chapter 38
Patricia
After I've voiced my suspicion, everyone seems to come to the same conclusion—that I'm right or that the killer is someone living on our grounds under our radar. It would make the culprit a human, which Elijah finds rather doubtful, but we aren't leaving anyone out.
Alice yawns, stretching her arms. "Will you be alright sleeping by yourself?"
I smile at her and nod encouragingly. Elijah and Wesley are borrowing our guestroom downstairs, and while the haunting image of my father will probably prevent me from sleeping, I can't bring myself to tell Alice. She is already super worried about me, and I don't want to keep her up for the rest of the morning.
"Yeah, I'm fine. You head upstairs."
Alice hands me a smile of her own. I suspect she doesn't believe me to be fine, but one glance at the man listening in on our conversation got her stifling a laugh.
"Alright," Alice beams at me. "Sweet dreams, Patricia."
I wave her off,
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