My Sister Broke a Bottle on Me at Her Wedding

the room.

The sound was faint, but clear enough.

“Do not let her reach Peter.”

Chloe had answered, “I know what to do.”

Then she picked up the bottle.

I watched it twice.

The third time, I stopped before the swing.

Peter called.

“Are you awake?”

“Yes.”

“I sent that to the police.”

“You sent it to the police?”

“And to three reporters.”

I sat up too fast and nearly continue reading …