Haunting-Adeline

One says it’s a match, and another says no match.
“What am I looking at?”
“The handwri ng in the confession note matches your Nana's
handwri ng," she rushes out so quickly, it takes several beats before I
comprehend what she said.
"What?"
That's all I'm capable of u ering. She groans and pours another shot.
“This is for the confession note and a sample of your Nana’s and John’s
handwri ng.”
“Okay, wait," I say, splaying my hands out. "You had suspicions about my
Nana being the one to cover up the murder?”
Her lips ghten into a hard line. "Yes."
I shake my head, at a loss for words. “Why?”
She throws her hands up. "Because it would've had to be someone that
lived in this house, Addie. It was either John or your Nana. And your
grandmother was a ached to the a c, was she not?"
"Where did you even get a hold of things with their handwri ng on it?"
"You put aside some old documents she had wri en on. I took pictures.
And well, John was a bit more complicated, but I managed to scrounge up
a will he had wri en on.”
“Why didn’t you just tell me you were doing this?”
She sighs. "Because I knew you'd have a bad reac on to it. I wanted to
be sure of my suspicions before I ruined your day."
Blowing out a breath, I nod.
"You’re right," I concede. "It makes sense.” It sounds like I'm trying to
convince myself. Probably because I am.
She stays quiet, giving me space to process the fact that my Nana helped
cover up her mother's murder.
“She was forced to,” I say finally, glancing over Nana’s confession lying on
the island, the note I had found in the a c a er seeing what I think was
Gigi’s appari on. I don’t move to pick it up, but I remember the words well.
The quick scrawl on a piece of paper containing words of a young girl
forced to cover up her own mother’s murder.
“Your Nana was what, sixteen when Gigi was murdered? Frank obviously
threatened her, and she felt she had no choice. He was a detec ve, for
God’s sake, of course, she would’ve believed him.”