Nina nodded, tears welling in her eyes. “He controlled everything. Me, Cecelia, even you. I wanted to leave, but he would’ve found us. There was no escape.” She crouched by Andrew’s body, her hand trembling as she reached for his wrist. When she confirmed there was no pulse, she stood, composed but fragile.

“We have to call the police,” Millie said, her voice firmer now.

“No.” Nina’s response was immediate, her eyes narrowing.

“What do you mean, no? He attacked me, Nina. They’ll understand.”

Nina shook her head. “You don’t understand how powerful he was. Even in death, his influence will crush us. If you call them, they’ll twist everything. You’ll be the villain, and Cecelia and I will lose everything.”

Millie’s mind reeled. She wanted to trust Nina, but something felt off. The calmness in Nina’s voice, the way she seemed almost… prepared for this.

Nina moved swiftly, gathering cleaning supplies. “We have to clean up. Quickly. I’ll help you, but we need to make it look like he left.”

Millie hesitated, every instinct screaming at her to run, but the weight of her situation pressed down on her. If Nina was right, she could end up in prison, her life completely destroyed.