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............... Chloe .............. My eyes widen, and I sit frozen at my aunt’s words before finally finding my voice. She takes a deep breath, slumping back on the seat. “What are you talking about? Jacqueline's a murderer?” I ask, wiping my tears, and she hands me a tissue, saying she’s as good as one, and I’m confused. But she elaborates before I can ask what she means. “I’m sure you know how Lane and Jacqueline met,” she says, and I nod, saying at a party. “Yes, and they didn’t know each other before then. They both had their own lives. When Jacqueline got pregnant, the horrible man her mother married was livid and condemned her to a marriage with Lane. A few months after they were married, a woman showed up at their doorstep with a two-year-old child that she said was Lanes.