Prologue
"Lily!" I called, waiting for her to come bounding out of the rose garden that she loved so dearly. "Dinner's ready, sweetheart!"
Now, I'll admit, I was a bit worried when she didn't immediately come running from the garden, but what could've gone wrong? She was a little girl in a garden of roses. The most harmless possible thing. After 10 minutes had passed, I went looking for her, but never could have anticipated what I would find of my little girl in the garden.
"One of you eight assisted or completed the murder of Lillian Henry, and I am determined to find out who it was."
I woke up, sobbing. That was just a bad dream... That's it. And this time, it was. I wanted to know for sure, so I went to Lily's room to check on her. Sure enough, she was still there, sleeping peacefully. Content, I walked back into my bedroom and went back to sleep, but not before wondering what this dream meant. It was the third time this week that I had had this dream. Was my daughter going to be murdered in her favorite garden? There was no way something like that could happen to my little girl, maybe others, but not Lily.
Or so I thought.
