Emma was already in Mrs. Carter’s arms, sobbing but alive.
The fire was contained before it destroyed the entire house. Later, investigators found the source in the upstairs hallway: a pile of soaked rags, candle wax, and a space heater left running too close. They also discovered that the new deadbolt had been installed that afternoon.
Vanessa disappeared for nearly twenty-four hours.
But she had overlooked something.
Mrs. Carter’s security camera faced the alley and the front steps. It recorded Vanessa leaving the townhouse three minutes after the alarm began, locking the door behind her, carrying my phone charger and car keys in her hand.
It also captured her sitting in her car across the street, watching smoke curl from the windows.
When detectives showed me the footage at the hospital, I stopped trembling.
Not because I wasn’t afraid anymore.
But because now everyone could see exactly what my sister had done.
Three days later, Vanessa was pleading.
Not at my bedside.
Not for forgiveness.
