Annabelle Linton scoffed. "Do I need to explain myself to you?"
A look of confusion appeared on Mrs. Yates's face, making her even more perplexed. "If you can have us killed without any evidence, then why do you want me to tell you what happened back then?"
'Because I want to know if what happened back then was exactly as it appeared in Leona Grant's dream.'
'Even though everything in Leona's file made sense, I still want to know what happened that year—if it was really just like her dream.'
'People are so contradictory. Part of you chooses to believe, while another part wants to dig deeper.'
'Besides, I need this recording to force Vivian Yates out into the open.'
Annabelle Linton sat in her chair, her fingers tapping lightly on the tabletop. Her expression was blank as she said, "I'm giving you one last chance. Think carefully. You're a dead woman either way. Are you going to save your daughter's life before you die, or will you take her down with you? The choice is yours."
