Her voice shook when she finally spoke again. “I’m the one who sent the letters. It wasn’t Regina. It was me.” Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. All of us just stared at Blakely. At the words that had just come out of her mouth. Suddenly, Grace sprung to life. “I knew it!” She slammed her hand on the table so hard it made all the drinks wobble. “Something about this didn’t feel right from the very beginning. I knew it!” She jumped up like she was going to leave, even though she’d barely gotten here and hadn’t given Blakely a chance to explain what she’d done.
