She sat on the edge of Evelyn's bed and looked around the room absent minded. There was so much stuff it would take forever to pack it all away. The funeral was over and Isabelle had been more than glad to come home, noticing of course her other daughter's Stephanie's broken hearted expression as she said a final goodbye to her sister. She'd hustled a morose Stephanie home who had glared at her with hatred, then departed upstairs without a word to lock herself in as she had done for the last few days. Ungrateful little brat.
Isabelle didn't care. Her main concern was ensuring that Stephanie kept her mouth shut. While she didn't mourn the loss of Evelyn she would feel a little twinge of sadness at having to kill her other daughter as well. But she would do anything to stay out of jail, no
