Chapter 48

Sophia's body stiffened slightly, her expression changing for a moment before quickly returning to normal. "I don't know them," she said. But she didn't realize that I loved her so much, for so many years, that I could tell she was lying from just a fleeting change in her expression. Sophia knew those people. Could she have had something to do with Mom's death? I turned my head, staring blankly at the white ceiling as the memory of that horrifying blood stain below my mom's house flooded my mind. It was so vivid, so ghastly. A second later, tears streamed uncontrollably down my cheeks. "Sophia, the police said there were no other skin cells or traces of blood found on my mom, no signs of a struggle, and no hair from anyone else at the spot where she jumped. They ruled it a suicide." But anyone who knew Mom would know she was a cowardly snob who bullied the weak and feared the strong. Someone like her would never choose death over life. Unless it wasn't suicide. I turned to loo