"You were supposed to believe I was her. To live with me. To love me."
The words were so calm that they frightened me more than her screaming had.
"You're insane."
"No, she does not deserve the life she has. I do."
She said it as if it were obvious.
"They always said she got the better life, better friends, better career, and better husband."
"You took her because you were jealous?"
Ava's face twisted.
"She stole everything first. I deserve what she has."
Detective Brooks stepped between us.
"Tell us what happened at the retreat."
Ava looked at me, not at her.
"I followed her."
The words came out almost proudly.
"She always went to the same coastal retreat in spring. I booked under another name. I watched her for two days."
My stomach turned.
"On Sunday morning, she walked along the beach alone. I gave her a drink."
