Chapter 119: Who Do You Suspect?

Marie “I can't believe this,” I murmured the moment Jessie closed the door of my car. Since she heard the news of Monica's death, she'd been quiet. “Me neither,” Jessie muttered quietly. Her hands are resting on her lap. I had no intention of driving off yet, and Jessie seemed to understand since she'd not fit in her seat belt.  "This is really shocking." “When I saw the gloomy faces. I thought her dad died or something.” I shuddered at the thought. "Probably  why she had not been active." Jessie's body shook, but she said nothing. “When Michael sends me the details for the burial, I will send them to you,” I said softly. Looking into space. I did not know Monica as much as Jessie knew her, but her death shook me. “Oh, thank you.” Jessie shifted nervously in her seat. "I'm not sure I'm going to attend, though.” “The baby? I arched my brows. Turning to look at her. “What am I even saying?” She shook her head. It looked like she was confused, and her confusion confused me more.