"Um, one moment," I said, my voice shaking. "Just let me get dressed."

It was the necklace. it had to be. What I had just seen was no nightmare, no delusion - it has really happened. The girls were dead, all three of them. The only question was where their bodies would be found. It was imperative that I do nothing suspicious; if I did, I would be blamed for certain. That meant going to dinner whether I felt like it or not. 

They had tried to burn me, so they got what they deserved. I didn't care how much pain they had gone through; I hated them, all three of them. This was for the best. Perhaps now Frank would see, understand that it wasn't safe for him here. As long as he left, I really didn't care whether he got to survive or not. All I wanted was some semblance of peace to return to my life.

By the time I arrived at dinner, I had gained some weak control over the shaking of my body. I sat down, took a few sluggish bites of the food that was laid before me, not bothering to greet anyone at the table. I didn't trust my voice to work properly even if I tried to communicate. I needed to get in touch with Vivian, but I couldn't leave any trace of the conversation in case the police came looking for the girls. 

I couldn't let these deaths continue, but... they had saved me from something far worse. Would they save me from the police, too, if they tried to arrest me?