Prologue
This is the story of how I got blamed for my best friend’s death. Now, before you say anything, I definitely did not kill her.
The thing is, she is a rich fancy lady, whose parents want her with the right people. The rich people. I’m definitely not one of those people. I’m just a girl from Manhattan. I work two jobs just to get by.
Now this particular story story starts five years ago when everything started happening. First, she started lying to me. Then gradually she started getting distant. Not telling me stuff. She didn’t tell me about her boyfriend till a month after they got together. She turned up on my doorstep crying because her parents didn’t like him.
That’s when the arguments started. She would argue with me over the tiniest thing, even if it had nothing to do with me.
In the end she blocked me. On everything. Snapchat, WhatsApp, messager. Even Instagram and I didn’t know that you could get blocked on there.
A year later, the police turned up. Asking why I had been named in her will. This is where we start. Three years ago, in the snowy streets of Manhattan. Me in my Pajamers with the police on my doorstep asking if they could take me down to the station.
