Ana's POV
I packed my belongings at dawn and headed back to the Watson house.
I'd expected them to throw some elaborate ceremony for Grandmother's memorial day, but when I arrived, only family members were present. Aileen was missing entirely.
The moment Darius and Pauline spotted me, their faces twisted with rage. "You heartless witch, how dare you show up here again?"
Black clothing draped their bodies as they prepared for the cemetery visit to honor Isabelle.
I scanned the room. "Where's Aileen?"
Today marked the anniversary of Isabelle's death. Aileen should've been here paying respects.
Irvin's face darkened, clearly still bitter about last week's hospital incident. "You've got some nerve asking about Aileen. She's covered head to toe in bee stings thanks to you."
"I didn't do that," I said flatly.
I fixed him with an icy stare, cutting off whatever he planned to say next.
