The moment those words left my mouth, the crowd burst into furious shouts. “Zara was humiliated and killed herself, and this woman dares to say she deserved it!”
“She called herself a sister for over ten years. How much pain did Zara suffer because of her?”
“If Juliette had spoken up for Zara, she wouldn’t have jumped from that building.”
“There was no murderer, the one who killed Zara was Juliette herself!”
Owen’s eyes turned red as he pressed a knife against his own neck. “You say you love me? If you don’t tell the truth, I’ll die right here in front of you!”
“No!”
My desperate cry broke the memories I had buried deep inside, and they spilled out for everyone to see.
In the dim light before sunset, a man’s face appeared, clear and unmistakable.
Owen’s eyes widened in shock, while my mother fell to the ground, unable to bear it.
“Impossible… this can’t be…”
