Chapter20:

Chapter Twenty — What are you talking about? Ivanna's POV "What are you talking about?" She moved backwards. Like she was terrified. And her fingers were trembling. She sat on the bed and almost at the same time she stood and was pacing. Even her voice was barely audible.  "You killed her, June," I repeated, slightly puzzled by her chaotic reaction. "You were there when she died. Who knows what you fed her before I came in." "I didn't kill her. I couldn't have. I'm not a fucking killer!" She shrieked, grabbing a handful of her hair and yanking it. What the hell was going on with her? I hadn't expected such a reaction from her. She seemed so coordinated and bold earlier. How did she become so disturbed over a question? Was she really the killer? Nah, she couldn't be. Maybe she was still terrified of that day. Maybe her weird reaction was a traumatic response. But her eyes…they glowed. Like she was hiding something. Should I threaten her more? It could make her snap and she would spill w