Chloe had an unreadable expression on her face, while her mother nced around and her hands clutched around her designer bag. I even watched her gulp with anxiety.


    The three of them entered the house.


    “Well, now we wait,” Ava said.


    And she didn’t know how right she was.. They were in the house for at least an hour. Aiden became restless and suggested that he should try and look in the windows to see if he could figure out what was going on. But the rest of us decided that was too risky.


    “Do you guys want some mints?” Kelly asked.


    The rest of us nodded, and we popped them into our mouths.


    Just when I was considering taking up Aiden on his suggestion of looking through the windows and offering to go with him, there was movement at the front door of the house.


    Chloe walked out, and from the way she was yelling and gesturing at her mother, it seemed like they were fighting.


    But the question was, what were they arguing about?


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    “Everyone roll down their windows so we can hear what they’re saying!” I said hurriedly.


    As everyone followed my instructions, the buzz of the au


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    windows filled the car. Thankfully, it wasn’t raining anymore, so <b>we </b>stayed dry.


    Mrs. Windsor turned away from her daughter, who was still gesturing and frowning.


    “Please, will you take out the ck cloth bag and the white suitcase from the trunk,” she told their bodyguard in a calm voice, but I could see her jaw clench with anger as Chloe continued to rant.


    As her driver opened the trunk, Mrs. Windsor leaned down and continued talking to him, effectively turning her back on her daughter. Because Mrs. Windsor was speaking in a low voice. We couldn’t hear what she was saying, but it seemed like she was just giving her bodyguard more instructions.


    Once that was done, Mrs. Windsor forced a smile and turned to her daughter. “Come, Chloe,” she said in a soothing voice. “We can continue this conversation in the orchard. I want to show you how much the apple trees have blossomed, especially the ones by the pond.”


    “It’s time,” Ava said.


    The five of us quietly got out of the car, taking care to close our doors silently. Then, we crept along, following after Chloe and her mother, hiding behind trees, bushes, and signs, but always keeping them in sight.


    The five of us stepped onto the muddy grass and followed the two women through a row of trees that surrounded us with the scent of sweet apples. When we got close enough to hear what they were saying, Ava took out her phone and pressed record.


    The mother and daughter came to a stop in front of arge pond with water lilies on top of the still water. Our group crouche ehind arge apple tree, and the low hanging brunches hid us.


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    On the side of the pond was a log cabin with a lovely little garden in the front.


    “This is the ce,” Ava whispered to me, her breath warm on the side of my cheek. “This is where Russell’s body is buried.”


    My skin tingled with excitement, but my stomach filled with dread. I couldn’t believe how close we were to the remains of the boy that Chloe had killed.


    Footsteps came from the side of us, making my heart jump into my throat. But it was just the Windsor’s bodyguard. He had brought more men with him. They must have just shown up in a separate car.


    My stomach rolled with nausea when I saw that the men were carrying shovels.


    “They are here to dig him up,” I whispered, my disgust evident in my


    voice.


    Aiden shook his head, Richard’s hands clenched on the tree that he was using to hold himself up, and Kelly’s face paled.


    Ava’s expression just grew more determined.


    “That’s why we are here,” she said and zoomed in on the video of her phone so she could get a better angle of Chloe. “We are going to make her pay for her sins.”


    Mrs. Windsor’s hand was shaking when she pointed to arge peach tree on the side of the log cabin. Even though her voice was quiet, it rang throughout the orchard like a church bell.


    “Start digging,” she said, her face as white as a ghost.


    Right when the bodyguard’s shovel broke through the unit, my head


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    began to spin. I thought that it was just because I was <b>disgusted </b>with the scene in front of me, but my vision didn’t clear after a moment


    It started to get worse.


    My eyshes fluttered close, and I fell to the side.


    “Olivia,” Ava whispered, her anxious face growing close as she knelt


    to check on me.