I nearly drove off the road. "What?"
"I followed Doug that night. At least, I think I did." She huffed out a shaky breath. "After you showed me that letter, I felt a… a crack. In my memory. Bits and pieces right now. I feel like I was there, Cassie. I think I saw what happened."
"Is this a trick?" I asked. "Because you've spent the last eight years being hateful, spiteful, rude, and mean to me and my sisters."
"I know. I didn't realize… that my memories had been sealed. I've always felt this searing hatred toward the Willowstones. But now it seems like I've been carrying around another person's hate. Like these feelings don't belong to me."
I heard the sincerity of her voice and I wanted to believe she was telling me the truth. But eight years of vitriol from this woman had taught me harsh lessons. "You said you believe me."
