Stanley
“I wanted to be sure.”
I whip my head toward Frida, who is standing by the door. She walks over to us slowly, her gaze cold.
“Frida,” I whisper, my voice trembling.
She nods, her lips set in a grim line. “I knew about Molly all along, Stanley. What did you do with her body?”
“What do you mean you knew about her?” I say. My head is spinning. What the hell is going on?
Frida takes a deep breath and looks me in the eye. “I’m Molly’s younger sister,” she says finally, her eyes filling with tears.
For a moment, I just stand there, too stunned to say anything. Frida and Molly were related? How had I not noticed before?
“When you and Molly started dating,” Frida continues, her voice shaking with emotion. “I was only six years old so I never got to know her before…before she was go
