While I wasn't surprised, to be honest, silence reigned long enough for Willow to fly down the stairs in a flurry and hurtle herself across the foyer and to the entry to the sitting room. The panic and hurt on her face told me she'd not only been listening in the whole time, but that Mila was right.
"Please," she sobbed once before clutching a shaking hand to her mouth, staring at Mila with those huge eyes full of pain. "Please."
"I can't keep quiet," Mila said, sounding the more sane of the two, oddly, nodding with firm purpose to Willow before meeting my eyes again. Such determination and loyalty. Could she have killed Skip after all? Well, the motive was clearly there, but means and opportunity? "I've loved Willow since high school." She said it like it wasn't anything that was a secr
