Ronan swiped through the posts on Deanna's Facebook account using Cordelia’s phone, then quickly blocked Deanna’s account. That meant, from that day forward, no matter what Deanna would post, Cordelia wouldn’t see it. Not only would she be unaware of it today, but she might also never know in the future.
Ronan silenced Cordelia’s phone and tucked it under her pillow.
After dinner, they both sat at the large table in the lounge. Cordelia was doing the books, the table littered with documents.
Ronan sat nearby, reading the newspaper, and frequently checking his phone.
"What are you up to?" Cordelia would occasionally look up from her work to ask.
"Just some work stuff," he would reply.
Cordelia didn't press further.
Soon, Ronan's phone rang again. It was a call from the police station. The call caught him off guard. He didn't want Cordelia to overhear anything that might’ve upset her, so he moved to the balcony to answer.
"Mr. Evans, we've conducted a preliminary investigation. Brenna's death has nothing to do with Deanna. Furthermore, Samantha’s failure to save her didn't violate any laws. She may have thought and acted as such, but she didn't start the fire. All she did was let it grow, and for that, we can't take any action against her. Our apologies, Mr. Evans," said the voice on the other end.
Brenna was Cordelia's grandmother.
"It wasn't her?" This revelation surprised Ronan. "Then who was it?"
"Mr. Evans, that's our job to figure out."
After hanging up, Ronan returned to his seat.
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