Chapter Hundred And Sixty Two

The pale light of dawn crept through the tall windows of their room, casting long shadows across the floor. Two weeks had passed since Doris's death, weeks filled with grief, suspicion, and the gnawing fear that something far more sinister will happen. 

Ryan stood by the window, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon, but his thoughts were far away. The image of Doris's lifeless body, the blood staining the floor, was seared into his memory. He had found the strange leaves in Doris's room, tucked away in a small pouch, the same leaves that had been used to poison Suzy. 

A cold fury had gripped him then, a burning need to uncover the truth.