Chapter 8

As Aaron held the wall for support, my phone started ringing again. I glanced at the screen. This time, it was Clark calling. Clark was a genius painter who loved all sorts of gorgeous colors. Four days ago, I found a rare type of red pigment for him. I was certain he would love it. I had no idea I'd die before revealing the surprise to Clark. After Aaron answered, Clark's soft voice came through. "Enough, Victoria. Stop being stubborn. You were in the wrong, so no matter where you are, come back now. I'll protect you." As he chattered on, Aaron suddenly interrupted, "Clark, did you order the maids to burn the body? That might have been Victoria!" Clark's voice came to a stop. The next second, he said in a shaking voice, "Impossible. Is that really… No, it can't be Victoria. We merely locked her in the cellar for three days! How could she turn into that disgusting mess? "That's impossible. I'm coming back now. We'll run a DNA test—I know we can do that using hair. That can't be