“Nicole didn’t do it. I did it!”
I can feel the space vibrating from the intensity in my voice. I swallow hard, then take out the red-stained knife from the pocket of my blue gingham dress and hold it up for everyone to see. People gasp. I watch the light bounce off the shiny plastic tip before throwing it on the table.
“I killed Harriet Conners because she knew the secret,” I say as calmly as if I’m explaining that there’s a slight chance of rain tomorrow. Then it hits me. My eyes widen, and I stare at the knife on the table like it’s a cobra about to attack. I...