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…until the morgue revealed the impossible truth.
Back at the mansion, Patricia paced frantically.
“They’re going to find fingerprints on the bottle!”
Coraline panicked for the first time in years.
“Pack jewelry. We bribe the examiner and leave tonight.”
Shaking uncontrollably, Coraline grabbed what she believed was her calming medication.
Without realizing the girls had switched the bottles back again before the police arrived, she swallowed nearly the entire vial.
Moments later, the front doorbell rang violently.
Patricia looked through the window—
—and nearly collapsed.
Standing outside were Claire and Chloe.
Alive.
Beside them stood Dr. Frederick Hayes, Cristina, and two police officers.
Marcus threw open the front door and dropped to his knees, sobbing as he hugged his daughters.
“How is this possible?”
Claire pointed directly at Patricia and Coraline.
“They tried to kill us, Dad.”
“That’s a lie!” Patricia screamed hysterically.
But Frederick stepped forward with the toxicology report.
“The bottle recovered from the twins’ room contained only powerful sedatives,” he explained. “These girls switched the liquids to protect themselves.”
Suddenly, a horrifying choking sound interrupted him.
Everyone turned toward Coraline.
Foam spilled from her mouth as she collapsed onto the marble floor convulsing violently.
In her panic, she had swallowed the real poison.
The same poison she bought to murder two innocent little girls ended up killing her instead.
Police dragged Patricia away in handcuffs while she screamed and blamed her dead mother.
Marcus held Claire and Chloe tightly against his chest, crying harder than he ever had in his life.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “I should have listened to you.”