Bonnie froze for a split second, then gently shook her head.
"You don't know him."
"Justin is obsessed with me. He can't live without me," she said with terrifying confidence. "Even if he learns the truth, he won't have the heart to blame me."
She took a breath, outlining her master plan. "I've already thought it through. It's his birthday next month. I'll bring Mandy back home then."
"With his daughter back by his side, he'll be so happy he won't have the energy to care about us," she reasoned. "He'll be distracted. And then, I can properly be with you..."
Maybe there was a shred of guilt left in her heart. Or maybe she was just calculating the path of least resistance.
Bonnie had finally remembered me. She had finally remembered my birthday.
But it was too late.
Everything was too late.
Bonnie, I thought, staring at her from the void. I can't wait for you to come back. And I certainly can't wait for your confession.
At that exact moment, the call connected.
A ringtone—one that hadn't been heard in days—pierced the air.
It didn't come from a pocket or a bag. It came from the ruined corpse lying in the mud.
