././𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓐𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓶𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓜𝓾𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓻/./.

"Adelaide," Betty looks shocked as she walks up the old wooden stairs that lead up to my room. I frown, thinking that Jughead might have come back.

Turning back to lay under the covers, I don't say anything.

Betty is smart enough to know that if Jughead isn't with me, then that means that I didn't stop him. If not by the absence of Jughead, then by the presence of the black mascara stains on my cheeks from my tears.

I listen as my sister sighs before I feel the bed dip next to me, "Come on," she says, her voice not wavering as she pulls the covers away from my cold body.

I shiver runs down my spine from the chill, and I move to pull them back, but Betty stops me, "No, A, we have to find him."

I glower at my blonde sister before laying my head back on the pillow, "He doesn't want me," I think back to when he just left me in the trailer all alone, clenching my eyes at the sharp stab in my chest.

Betty rolls her eyes, emitting an annoyed groan, "Look, Adelaide, we don't have time for this," Betty begins pulling out clothes from my closet, "You and I both know that Jughead needs you," Betty says throwing a pair of jeans at my face before turning to me, "He talks about you like you are a goddess," Betty laughs, obviously just trying to get me out of bed, "His eyes light up when you are around and when you aren't I know he is thinking about you," Betty grabs my hand before giving it a light squeeze, "He loves you."

My mind was spinning with everything that was going on, but Betty's confirmation of what Jughead told me, calmed my heart for a few seconds. Leaving it to gently flutter in my chest as I thought about the boy I loved so much.

Betty sighed, sitting next to me on the bed once again, "Please, Adelaide, you are the only one who knows where he would be," she begged. Pop's diner, no doubt.

I shake my head, thinking about Juggie's last words, "Even if that's true," I play with my fingers, "He made it clear that he didn't want me to follow him."

Betty frowned before giving me a small nod and walking out of my room. I watch as she walks out of my room, leaving me only with my tortured thoughts.

I whimper, feeling my head begin to spin again from the constraining feeling on my neck. Ignoring the irritation on my neck, I close my eyes, allowing myself to fall back into a hazy slumber.

~❃~

On the third of October, just after dawn, I, Adelaide Juliette Cooper-Blossom, woke up to find a dark red line circling my neck. The markings of which could only be gained by strangling or choking. Neither of which I have fallen victim to.

I had made sure to cover the markings with a choker, but it was still partly noticeable. Although it still didn't answer the question of how I got them, because I never choked myself and nobody else was even in my room.

Luckily, Betty and Mom weren't able to notice because Cheryl picked me up early this morning. She made sure that I was with her at all times, so all attention would go towards us. I couldn't even sit with my other friends during lunch because she wanted to make sure that some people wouldn't just give me their condolences.

It took everything in me not to roll my eyes at my ginger sister. She knew that FP was innocent, but she still soaked up all the attention she was given.

She wouldn't even listen to me when I tried to tell her about the strange choking sensation last night and the marks that were on my neck today.

"Oh my god, why would he try to come to school," I heard a girl whisper to Cheryl as she looks at something behind us.

My eyes follow Cheryl's line of sight, watching as Jughead Jones miserably trudged right up to Cheryl and my table.

I have never seen him look so pained. His eyes had darkened shadows decorating them and were a bit red.

He sniffled, not looking up from the floor before muttering, "I'm sorry."

I felt my body begin to shake as I watched Jughead's gaze avoid my own.

Cheryl stood up, and I watched as she brought her hand up and slapped him across the face. I jumped out of my seat immediately, forgetting any grudge I was trying to hold against Jug, as I went to stop her.

What stopped me in my tracks, however, was Jughead allowing Cheryl to hit him. Jughead was an emotionless cadaver as he took every beating Cheryl gave him without even a single flinch.

Cheryl had become a blur of tears and red hair as she put all her pent up pain and grief into hurting my boyfriend. I was so distracted by my sister's show that I didn't even see Archie come up to her before moving her away from Juggie.

Jughead glared at Archie in turn, probably he blaming himself for everything. I rolled my eyes, unable to believe that even after everything, he was still hurting himself.

I could feel everyone's eyes on me as I walked around Archie to face Juggie. I ignored their watchful eyes, just letting myself get lost in his sorrowful eyes.

'Oh, Juggie," I sighed, bringing my hand up to stroke his cheek.

Jughead moved to pull his face out of my hands but stopped, silently wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into his tall frame. I can't control the small smile that came upon my face, feeling him discreetly place small kisses all over my neck, bringing my hand to gently rub his head, making sure to not let his beanie fall off, "It's okay," I softly whispered.

Jughead eventually pulled away, his eyebrows furrowed like they usually are when he is trying to figure something out. Carefully he raised his hand up and pulled my white choker down just a bit to reveal the marks on my neck, "Wha-"

"Enough!" My head whipped to the direction of the entrance to the cafeteria and saw Principal Weatherbee, "Mr. Jones, you need to come with me."

"He hasn't done anything wrong," I look at him, confused. Although, I was glad he came at the time he did. The last thing Jughead needed was to worry about his girlfriend's injuries.

"That's enough, Miss Blossom," Weatherbee doesn't even spare a glance at me.

"Miss Cooper-Blossom," I strongly correct him before sending him a fake smile, "Principal Weatherbee, sir."

He looks at me, shocked, and I can tell that I may have crossed the line a bit but refuse to back down.

"Don't," Jughead shakes his head before pressing a soft kiss on my knuckles and walking out with Weatherbee.

~❃~

"What happened in there?" Betty and I jump from our seats as we watched Jughead finally come out of the Principal's office. He had been in there for two hours, and I have been worried sick the entire time.

"My second interrogation of the day. I don't know who's more of a dick, Keller, or Weatherbee." He spat, bitterly sparing a final glance at the office, before draping his arm around me.

"Don't listen to them. Everyone else is wrong. Your dad's innocent, and we just need to prove it, Jug," Betty said as we began to walk down the hallway.

I nod my head, "She is right, Juggie. I am sure there is a good reason for all of this."

"Who could have killed him, then? Tell me. If it wasn't my dad, who killed Jason?"

"My dad," I shout, not even thinking about what I was saying or why I said it. It just felt like the right answer, and now that it was out, I honestly was a bit scared that it might be true.

Jughead and Betty, both stop in their tracks, looking at me, confused, "Your dad?" Betty enunciated to me to make sure that I knew what I just said.

I bite my lip, knowing how crazy I must have sounded. Shaking my head, I pulled Betty and Jughead to keep walking, "Nevermind. I don't know where that came from."

"And you know what? I've been waiting my whole life for that man to do the right thing. And I'm done," Jughead tiredly said, not interested in trying to help his dad, "You should be too."

~❃~

"If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends. Make it last forever, friendship never ends. If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give. Taking is too easy, but that's the way it is," I sang, wildly dancing around my room. As I was about to sing the chorus, I was interrupted by a loud banging downstairs.

I stopped jumping around and reached for the remote to lower the volume on the speakers. Listening carefully, I heard another thumping noise.

Grabbing my flashlight, I silently walked down the stairs, making sure to step on the back of each step in the corner closest to the wall so it wouldn't creak.

"Get behind me. Be ready to dial 911" I heard a hushed voice whisper by the stairs me, causing me to hide my light before I was seen. I look around the wall to see my sister and mom tiptoeing down the basement. I hesitantly whispered, "Mom!"

She looks up at me, her gun pointed straight at my head. Raising my hands in the air, I tried to control my heartbeat as I looked at the opening of the gun.

I sucked in a shallow breathe as I was shortly brought back to a memory or a dream of myself tied to a chair in the Riverdale Jersey watching as my dad pulled the trigger of a gun pointed at my head.

I felt my eyes tear up as I whispered, "Dad?"

"Adelaide," Mom brought my attention away from the flickering image I had seen as she motioned for me to come closer, "Stand near your sister and be quiet."

Betty was holding her phone in one hand and grabbed my own in the other. We both hid behind mom as we jumped into the basement to see what the noise was. I observed at a dark figure in the corner of our basement that was going through our stuff.

Mom quickly raised her gun once again, "Don't move. Hands where I can see them."

"Don't shoot, Alice," the figure said before turning to reveal himself.

"Dad?"

"Hal?" Mom and I shouted in unison, both of our tones revealing our utter disgust for the man.

Just when I had thought that all of our family secrets had been revealed, Hal comes in to add some more. As we sat at the dining room table, Hal revealed to us Keller's photo's from his murder board.

"These are Sheriff Keller's files about the Blossom murder investigation," Hal shrugged, putting his hands on the table.

"How did you get these, Dad?" Betty asked.

"You broke into Sherriff Keller's house," I glower at him, "Why?"

"That's impossible. FP Jones already confessed to that," Alice said, brushing my statement aside.

"Well, I don't know why he lied because it was me," Hal shrugged, "That's why I'm here. To destroy any evidence that could lead back to me."

"Wait, that doesn't make any sense," Betty trailed off as she moved her hair out of her face in confusion.

While I continued, "Why would FP fess up to something he didn't even do?"

"I'm not thinking about FP right now," Mom said, staring at Hal, "I'd like to know why your father is stealing and destroying evidence in a murder investigation."

"Look, I was worried that the investigation would get back to Polly, somehow. To us." Hal defended, "And somehow Sheriff Keller would figure out the connection between our family and the Blossoms. And he'd think that there was some kind of motive."

"Wait," Betty slowly said, "you mean about Great-Grandpappy Cooper being murdered by a Blossom?"

"Girls, your great-grandfather wasn't just murdered by a Blossom. He was... a Blossom," Hal said, looking at Betty and me, "After the murder, our family severed ties with the Blossoms and their name, and we took a new one. Cooper."

"I'm..." Betty's face morphed into that of disgust, "a Blossom."

"Gross," I feel a shiver run down my spine thinking about Polly and Jason, "Polly is a Blossom too. Which makes her and Jason relatives by blood."

Mom looked at Hal in understanding, "Which is why you wanted to..."

Hal nodded, "Yeah. Alice, that's why."

"Oh my god, Hal," Mom glared at him before pressing her fingers to her temples, "If you're willing to send our daughter away to keep her away from Jason..."

"How far would the Blossoms go to keep them apart?" Betty finished, looking at me for an answer.

"We have to go!" I jumped out of my seat as I felt fear roll onto my body, "We have to get Polly!"

As we drove to Thornhill, I couldn't help but think about all the times I felt uncomfortable with their relationship. I always thought it was because they were both my half-siblings and that in any other circumstance, I would be happy for them. Hearing what I just heard, however, I knew that my suspicions were more than just some selfish concerns, they were related.

I was thankful that I was not in the same place as Polly's twins, because as Mom stormed into the Blossom household prepared to raise hell, I could only worry about the horrible things they were going to face due to the blood that ran through their veins.

"Don't bother calling the cops. We're not staying," Mom smirked at Mrs. Blossom as she walked to the staircase, "Polly!"

"What the hell is going on here, Alice?" Clifford shouted, walking over to put his hand on my shoulder to show his "fatherly" manner, "It's the middle of the night!"

"Oh, sorry to disrupt the witching hour at Thornhill," She snapped, while I stood, trying not to smile at her sass. I liked mom better when she wasn't trying to be perfect.

"Polly, honey, are you okay?" Hal reached for Polly, who flinched away from him.

Trying to brush it off by smiling at Cheryl, she looked around the room, assessing the scene, "Yeah, I'm fine. What's going on?"

"We're here to bring you home, Pol," Betty told her, looking at the Blossoms like they were aliens.

Cheryl grabbed onto my oldest sister tightly, "She's not leaving us."

"She chose to live here, remember?" Mrs. Blossom stepped forward, giving me a pointed look as she added, "With a mentally stable family."

I try not to fall with her gaze, as I move out of my dad's tight grip and walk over to Polly and Cheryl, "Cheryl, Polly needs to come with us," I whisper, "I will give you all the details later."

Cheryl looks at me hesitantly before nodding and letting go of a scared Polly. Polly looks at me worriedly as we leave the house, but before we can make it to the door, Mom can't help herself, "Wait, sweetie," Mom gently touched my arm to stop me. She turned to Mrs. Blossom with a devilish smile, "I know all about your family. And the incest."

"What?" Polly was confused, "What incest?"

I bring my hands to my face as I wait for my mom to create a scene that will only hurt Polly.

"Hal's grandfather wasn't just your grandpappy's murder victim," Mom said, "They were brothers, which made him a Blossom. Just like Hal."

"Yeah, so what?" Dad shrugged like I knew he would, unfazed.

"So what?" Mom frowned, not expecting that reaction, "So everything, starting with FP's confession, it has a few gaping holes in it."

"He's being used by someone with a crazy motive," I realized, finally putting everything together, as I turned to my father, "like hiding incest...Or better trying to leave the Blossom name," I whispered the last part to my dad, who seemed terrified by my assumption.

"You were disgusted that Jason and Polly were dating because they were related," Betty continued with my first assumption.

"Nothing could be more purely Blossom than those babies," Mrs. Blossom said, causing my head to snap towards her in shock.

I looked to see Polly rubbing her belly, unsure of what to do with her babies.

"What is wrong with you people?!" Hal roared.

"Will you just spare us the middle-class morality," Dad scoffed, "It's not like they were brother and sister. They were, what, third cousins."

"You think I killed my son?" Mrs. Blossom looked at me.

I shake my head, sincerely replying, "I don't believe you killed him, Mrs. Blossom," My eyes fly over to my dad, "but I think I am about to learn who did."

"That's it. Polly, we are out of here," Mom grabbed Polly's hand, pulling her our, her entire body shaking in rage, "Enough of this Doctor Moreau experimentation in breeding and eugenics. It's over!"

Betty and I move to exit behind Polly, but I stop once I notice Betty isn't behind me. I watch Mrs. Blossom's severe grip on Betty's arm as she glares daggers at her, through those Blossom eyes, I was grateful not to have.

"You have made a grave error, Little Girls," Mrs. Blossom hisses.

Betty gives me a warning look, knowing I was ready to rip them apart, "No, I don't think so" Betty yanks her arm away from Mrs. Blossom, "And we're not going to stop until we prove it," she grabbed my hand as we both walked towards the car, praying there would be no more secrets.

~❃~

The next morning, Archie dragged me out of bed to meet with Mrs. Andrews and Juggie to talk about his dad's case.

"Archie asked me to look into your father's case," Ms. Andrews told Juggie. At the same time, I slipped my hand in his, "I went down to the station and passed myself off as his attorney to try to get as much information as I could."

"How's it looking, Mom?" Archie asked, hopefully.

"Well, unfortunately, between FP's list of priors, the anonymous tip, and the possession of the murder weapon," Ms. Andrew began listing.

"Don't forget that pesky confession," Jughead added, with a sarcastic grin, trying to not show his pain. I gently rub circles into his hand, trying to let him know that I was there for him.

"Things look pretty bad. I was with him all night, and he never once budged from his story," Ms. Andrews frowned.

Jughead giving up on his father, smiled. "Well, if nothing else, at least he's an honest murderer," he proudly looked around the table before planting a kiss on my forehead.

"Jug," I begin, but Ms. Andrews interrupts me, "Right? Oh, also, who is Joaquin DeSantos?"

My eyes fly over to Ms. Andrews as I recall the name. Kevin and he have been dating for weeks, and I know that Kev is tickled pink with him. I would hate for him to be responsible.

"Joaquin? As in Kevin's boyfriend?" Archie clarified, looking at me for an answer. I bit my lip, hesitantly nodding.

"He was FP's one phone call," Ms. Andrews tersely told us, "Jughead, my advice to you is, go and see your father. Tell him everything you wanna say. Once he's arraigned, things tend to move pretty quickly, and there won't be anything left to do. So, this might be your last chance," she looked at him, praying he would heed her advice.

~❃~

Staring up at the rustic cherry wood ceiling of my bedroom, Betty and I lay next to our sister. I missed her so much and was glad to know that she was safe and home.

"I'm so glad that you're home, Pol," Betty smiled at our older sister, "And that you're safe. And that the babies are okay and healthy. But, god, everything else..."

"It's the worst," Polly finishes while I nod in agreement.

"I just want everything to pause," I tell no one in particular. I hear Betty hum in agreement before 'Sandman' begins blaring. I sigh, before reaching for my phone to see why Juggie was calling me.

"Hey, Jug."

"Juliette, I saw my dad. You were right. He's hiding something. Meet me at the Blue and Gold."

I hear the line disconnect and reluctantly hop off my comfortable bed before grabbing my jacket and turning to look at my sister, "Sorry Pol, but I have to go," turning to my other sister I nod my head towards the door, "Blue and Gold, you wanna come?"

~❃~

"My dad's been lying to me his whole life, but he'd never been any good at it," Jughead paces the floor as Betty and I look at the murder board trying to find proof.

"Well, then why lie?" Betty shakes her head, in confusion, before pushing herself off the table to stand closer to Jug. Who could he be protecting?"

I knew it was my father. Whatever crazed thing is going on with me is telling me my father is behind all of this, but I can't prove it.

"Okay. Who can we rule out?" I begin, trying to see if I could find evidence through elimination.

"My dad. We know why he was acting so shady," Betty removes Mr. Cooper's picture.

"Hermione," I point to Veronica's mom, as betty takes it down.

Jughead agrees. "Veronica says she's guilty of plenty, but not murder. Plus, she has an alibi. She was in New York."

"I guess that just leaves Hiram Lodge..."

"And my parents," I smile, as unfortunate as it is, proving my father's guilt will relieve me of mine and give Jason justice.

"Well, what do where have here?" Mom heels click on the linoleum floor as she swings her purse on the table, "You three just can't leave well enough alone, can you?"

"Mom, we know what you're gonna say," Betty and I say in unison.

"The police found another dead body."

"Nevermind," I whisper in shock.

"A Southside Serpent. And Sheriff Clueless is convinced that he was working with Jughead's father. He allegedly committed suicide by overdose, and there was a bag of money on-site that links him to Hiram Lodge. Everything is tied up into a nice little bow. Too tidy, if you ask me."

Betty's ran, allowing a momentary distraction, as we all watched her answer the phone, "Kevin? Oh, okay. We'll meet you there." Betty looked up at our mom, "We have to go. We can continue this later."

She said before grabbing my hand and pulling me with her. I quickly reached to grab for Juggie, but, he was already right next to me, grabbing my hand.

Before I knew it, we Betty, Jughead, Kevin, and I were all standing outside near the Riverdale sign as we looked for whatever Joaquin told Kevin. Using our phone flashlights, we dug through the bushes looking for some clue. We had been searching for a few minutes, but I don't think we are going to find anything.

"Joaquin said he didn't know if it would help your dad or make things worse," Kevin explained.

"Why did he wait so long to tell us?" Betty looked over at Kevin.

"FP called him from jail," Kevin said, "Told him to forget their plan, some contingency plan. He said it was too dangerous."

Jughead stopped as he flashed his light on the maple syrup billboard. "Deja vu."

I moved my flashlight around, looking over at Kevin, "Can you tell me what exactly we are looking for?"

Kevin sighs before saying, "i don't want to upset you," he bit his lip, "But Joaquin said that Jason Blossom's varsity jacket didn't burn with the rest of the items. And that is what we need."

I bite my lip, looking down at my fingers as I watch everyone continue to look for the jacket. Playing with my cuticles, I let out a sigh before wincing out, "I may know where the jacket is."

Kevin's head snapped up as Jughead walked over to me, "Where?"

"I may have kept it the first time we went to the car," I mumble as they give me an incredulous look.

I wince, "I just wanted to have it to remember Jason by..."

Betty walked up to me with a determined look on her face, "You are taking us to your room right now, and we are going to get that damn jacket."

~❃~

We all stand in Archie's garage staring at Jason's varsity jacket as if it were a UFO. After grabbing Jason's jacket from my room, we all met together with Archie to figure out how the last piece of evidence fit into the puzzle.

"This is meant to help FP?" Archie asks looking at the jacket draped on his chair

"I don't know. Looks like more incriminating evidence to me." Kevin sighs.

Jughead lowered, "Yeah. This just confirms that my dad torched Jason's getaway car."

"And that his confession was true," Kevin adds.

I can't ignore the feeling that FP is innocent regardless of the evidence piled against him. Shaking my head, I grab the jacket, "Why would FP say Jason's varsity jacket is dangerous? What could that mean?" I ask the group as I reach for the jacket.

"I can ask my father. He would know, considering we found concrete proof that he hired the Serpents to kill Jason," Veronica said, walking into the garage, "Which probably means that your dad pulled the trigger, Jughead. I'm sorry." Veronica frowned, walking next to me. I drop the jacket, noticing Jughead's solemn expression. Moving towards him, I wrap my arms around his shoulder's not knowing what else to do.

Jughead doesn't move as he just leans his head on my shoulder.

"No. No. No, I'm not giving up yet," Betty spoke up, causing me to move away from Jughead to look at my sister. She picked up the jacket and handed it to Archie, "Put this on."

Archie gave her a shocked look as Betty began putting the jacket on him without his consent, "What?"

"Put it on," Betty repeated.

Archie sighed, pulling the jacket over his shoulders, "Bets, this is weird."

"God, you look like Jason," I whisper, unable to stop myself as I look at Archie in my brother's jacket. He wore it every single day.

I watch in awe as Betty begins putting her hands in the pockets. I raise my eyebrows at the action wondering why Archie needed to put on the jacket to go through the pockets.

Betty began feeling around the lining as she looked for anything. I squint my eyes as I notice a small lump on the side of the lining near the zipper.

My eyes widen as I say, "Bets, there is something in the lining."

Betty furrows her eyebrows looking for the lump as she feels in the pocket again, "There's a hole in the pocket."

"Okay, now we're just grasping at straws," Kevin says, looking between Betty and me. I shake my head, moving away from Juggie as I point to where the lump is for Betty to pull it out.

"No. I don't know about you guys, but whenever I have a hole in my pocket, I always lose my ChapStick in the lining," Betty mumbles.

I shrug, "Or my lip gloss."

"Or my Montblanc," Veronica adds.

"Hold on," Betty said, fumbling with the pocket before she pulled out a small USB.

"What the hell?" Veronica says.

"Velma strikes again." Kevin scoffs.

I nervously chew on my lip, as we wait for Archie to put the thumb drive into Jughead's computer, scared to see what was to come. Subconsciously I felt like I knew what it was, but I didn't want to say it. I leaned back on the couch between Jughead's legs as I tried to prepare for what was going to happen.

We all leaned in as we waited for the video to play. I watch as footage similar to the nightmares I had been having appearing on the screen. I watch as Jason tied to a chair in a Serpent bar looks at our dad in disgust. I force my eyes to stay open as I continue to watch.

It feels like my senses are on overdrive. I could hear the soft patter of rain through the windows as well as smell the pinewood that Fred used for building. The only thing that seemed to keep my emotions at bay was Jughead as he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close, while I watch my father takes Nana Rose's ring from Jason and turn away from him.

I don't wait to see what I already know will happen next as I bolt out of the room before anyone can utter a word. As I force my heels to run down the street, I subconsciously flinch at the sound of the gunshot, knowing that soon enough, my friends will be haunted with the same knowledge that I was.

My father, Clifford Blossom, shot Jason, my brother. In cold blood, Jason Blossom was killed by a bullet through the head.

The rain began to hammer down as the storm grew worse, pushing me to go faster. Everything seemed to weigh me down as my waist-length hair became soaked, making it look like a dark curtain around my head, and my mascara began to run down my face.

Picking up my speed, I rush to Cheryl, unable to contain the torrent of feelings running through me. I felt my neck tighten as I struggled to breathe. Making my way up the Blossom manor, I can't help but face my demons.

Making my way to the maple storage shed, I can only think of one thing. I hope I find the bastard before he hangs himself.

I didn't care how I knew at the moment. I didn't want to know what Nana Rose meant when she said I had it in my blood. Whatever sick curse that haunted me with the misery of human mortality.

Forcing the large barn doors with all my might, I push the wet mop of hair out of my face looking at my poor excuse of a father. Placing my hands on my hips, I allow the sirens to drown out the screams in my head.

Hanging from the ceiling with a gun in his hand and the proof.

Maple Syrup.

That night, Sheriff Keller and Mayor McCoy saw what we watched in Archie's garage. Jason, tied to a chair in the basement of a bar on the South Side of Riverdale, while a serpent called Mustang, taunted him. Then the unthinkable.

Later, we would learn why my father confessed. Because Clifford Blossom visited him on the night of his arrest with a threat. That I, Jughead Jones, as well as his own daughter, Adelaide Blossom, would suffer the same fate as Jason Blossom, Adelaide's to destroy me, if my father didn't confess. My dad was protecting me from a monster. He was protecting the girl I love from evil. And the nightmare was far from over.

And our families, far from repaired.

And though one question had been answered that night, that it was Clifford Blossom who killed Jason, a new mystery loomed over Riverdale. Why had he done it? It was a question only Clifford himself would be able to answer.