"Get in the car, Diane. We're going to my house. Now."
"What's gotten into you?"
"You'll see."
"Get in the car, Diane."
AdvertisementShe sat on my couch, hands folded, eyes darting. I pressed play on the laptop without a word.
Laura's face filled the screen again. Diane's composure cracked the second she heard her sister's voice.
"Turn it off," Diane whispered. "Please, Daniel, turn it off."
"No. You're going to watch every second."
"I never wanted this. I swear to God, I never wanted anyone hurt."
"Then what did you want, Diane? Twenty years. Twenty years you sat at my table."
"You're going to watch every second."
She covered her face with both hands.
"The inheritance. Mom's house, the land, all of it. Laura got everything and I got nothing, and I just... I pushed too hard."
"You threatened her. You threatened my daughters."
"I threatened a custody case, Daniel, that's all. I never touched them. I would never—"
"Then why is she dead, Diane? Why?"
She looked up at me, and something in her face shifted. Something I'd never seen before.
"Laura got everything and I got nothing."
"Daniel. She isn't."
The room tilted.
"What did you say?"
"Laura isn't dead. She staged it. The crash, the shoe, all of it."
"You're lying."
