The Only One Left

by Riley Sager

But I don’t trust Lenora. Not entirely. She’s capable of so little yet accused of so much, and I remain torn between wanting to protect her and the urge to suspect her.

Oop drama

My nightgown, stained red. My hands, warm and sticky with blood. The knife, still in my grip. It, too, had been bloody but was now quickly being cleaned by the cold rain.

So the best time to murder someone is when its raining ok got it (this is a joke)

The life I’d had mere hours ago was now gone forever. As were my parents. Yet at that moment, leaning against the terrace railing with the knife in my hand, the rough wind on my face, and the frigid rain pummeling my blood-soaked body, I only felt relief. I knew I would soon be free of everything.

immaculate panes of glass. But I knew that looks could be deceiving. And that even prisons could appear lovely if lit the right way.

I have a few theories already the big one is abusive household and she killed them all in self defense

I knew I could use it again. One last slice. One final stab. I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

Side eye

At seventeen, Lenora Hope Hung her sister with a rope

Until one night, she snapped. Stabbed her father with a knife Took her mother’s happy life

“It wasn’t me,” Lenora said But she’s the only one not dead

Its giving fredy kruger

“She was never convicted of any crime,” Mr. Gurlain says. “Since she was never proven guilty, then we have no choice but to believe she’s innocent. I thought you of all people would appreciate that.”

FOUL

“Physical” by Olivia Newton-John.

Sue sylvester

Mr. Gurlain chose me because Lenora Hope is the one patient nobody—not even the police—will mind if I kill.

Excuse me WHAT

“You’re never alone when there’s a book nearby,” she used to say. “Never ever.”

I was eleven when Kenny was born, for God’s sake.

Side eye

three of them were murdered—with

I thought she left the sister alive

“Miss McDeere,”

I thought Kit was a guy

Three others, identical in shape and size, hang in a row next to it, all hidden behind black silk crepe. Rather than draped over the paintings, the fabric is stretched taut and held in place by nails driven directly into the frames. All that effort, though, doesn’t entirely hide the portraits. I can faintly see them behind the sheer crepe, hazy and featureless. Like ghosts. Winston, Evangeline, and Virginia Hope. And Lenora’s the only one still on display because she’s the only one left.

Insane and sad

“Those of us at Hope’s End aren’t like most people.”

RED FLAG

“Here, we give young women accused of terrible deeds the benefit of the doubt.”

What I see is unexpected. Curiosity, of all things, shimmers inside Lenora’s gaze. As if she already knows me. As if she knows everything about me. That I’ve

been trapped. And accused. And judged and ostracized and ignored. Gazing into Lenora Hope’s eyes feels like looking into that gilt-framed mirror and seeing my reflection staring back at me. “It’s very nice to meet you,” I say. “I’m going to take care of you from now on. Would you like that?” Lenora Hope nods. Then she begins to smile.

Creepy

dont be scared Another nod from her. Another swift swipe of the return bar from me, allowing Lenora to type another line. i cant hurt you

I mean lets be real she physically cant but mrs baker or the other house people can. I dont trust mrs baker

“That’s the biggest thing we have in common,” I finally say. “That everyone thinks I also killed my mother.”

“And what happened to the knife?” Jessie adds. “Winston’s throat was slashed and Evangeline was stabbed multiple times, yet no murder weapon was ever found.” “Which means it had to be Lenora. She killed them and tossed the knife.”

Possibly this is true and when he went to kill lenora she fought back

“The ballroom,” Jessie says solemnly before pushing open the doors. “Where Virginia Hope died.”

“So the rhyme was right about that.” “Yup,” Jessie says. “Hung her sister with a rope.”

Well her death was def suicide maybe her and peter planned to kill her family and it went wrong

“I’ll go get mine,” she says. “Wait here. I’ll be right back.”

I love jessie

i suppose youve heard the song about me “The rhyme?” I say, surprised she knows of its existence. It must be horrible having her life—and her family’s deaths—reduced to a childish chant. “I have. It’s . . . cruel.” i find it amusing Another surprise. “You do?” all that effort for little old me “Is it true?” you can find out

Lenora is a bad bitch

As my father turned and left the ballroom, I almost called out that he was the parent I wanted dead. After all, he deserved it. I didn’t because I felt the need to behave like the good girl he expected me to be. But here’s the thing--I wasn’t a good girl. Not in the least. You’ll see for yourself very soon.

where the page from last night sits next to the typewriter. Even though I don’t remember removing it, I must have. I wrack my brain, trying to recall the events of last night.

It’s fucking mrs baker she did it and now she’s trying to make sure that Lenora doesn’t tell anyone

“Did Ricardo do it?” Carter was right. Short of her being the culprit, it was the only explanation that made sense. Ricardo was here that night. Then he vanished—most

Maybe she and him were having an affair and she convinced him to kill them or he left cause his gf was a murdrer

A hint of a smile played across Lenora’s lips. She was, I realized, enjoying this. Teasing out her story bit by tantalizing bit. Keeping me on edge.

Well she is old lonely

Lenora had fallen in love with Ricardo Mayhew.

Called it

virginia

Vrigina baker

I lean forward and look closer, realizing I’m mistaken. Those aren’t rocks rising out of the wet sand. They’re something else. A hand. A foot. A head. Humped beneath the sand is the corpse they’re attached to. And even before I begin to scream, I know with dreadful certainty that I’m looking at the body of Mary Milton.

Omg she learned to much and baker killed her

“Your sister is dead, Lenora,”

Mrs baker is her sister huh

and Jessie.

Maybe all

A month before her family was slaughtered, Lenora Hope had been pregnant.

Omg thats mrs baker and her real name is virgina maybe

“Just to make it clear,” Archie added out of the blue. “If he--or anyone--ever hurts you or makes you unhappy, I won’t hesitate to kill them.”

I dont think its him maybe but i dont think so maybe him and someone idk

But she was to someone.

Ik he could not be trusted