Chapter 50

I walked into the hotel suite and headed for the living room area. Luxury was too little to describe how the suite was. I sat on the couch and I felt a wave of sadness and anger. I was reminded of the last time that I was here.

The last time that I was in this suite, sitting on the exact couch, was when my mom had drunk so much vodka but kept her composure anyway. It was when she offered me some and threatened to kill Samuel.

Well, we were back, but now Samuel was actually dead and I was here to know the truth. I mean, I already knew it, but I wanted her to say it. I wanted her to confess to it.

“I don’t suppose you have a recorder on you, huh?” She sat on the couch opposite me. Again, she brought with her a bottle of vodka. It looked newly bought.

I scoffed. “I’m not here to record you. I just want you to tell the truth. I want you to admit to what you did to Samuel.”

She stared at the bottle of vodka and then glanced at the two empty glasses that she brought with it before