ASHAL
It's been days since Maddi said she saw her sister at the hospital, alive. I told myself she was hysterical and grief-stricken. I desperately needed to believe it or I wouldn't be able to move on myself.
But something in her voice that day had been raw and blunt. Her eyes flashed with so much conviction that it terrified me. That day has been haunting me since. I can't shake the feeling.
Olivia's death was hard to accept. It still is. Yet, for the sake of our baby and my sanity, I had to find a way to shelve the guilt and remorse. But Maddi crushed my fragile reality and made me start questioning everything all over again.
So here I am, parked a few blocks away from the Dunns' house, pretending I haven't been sitting here for nearly half an hour. The house sits still under the gray light, curtains drawn, the quiet suburban calm of people trying too hard to look normal.
