“She killed them with her hands before starting the fire to make it seem like an accident.”

I froze the moment he uttered those words.

“How?” I whispered, fear stilling me.

“She planned everything,” he muttered, and my stomach churned at the thought as bile rose up my throat.

“It was not a sprout out action but a full blown murder.

She had poisoned them beforehand during their dinner.

Then after, she used a kitchen knife in killing them,” he muttered.

A shiver rolled down ...