Reagan's POV
My mother's eyes were bright with fear and hunger at once. "What did he say? Tell me," she pressed.
I swallowed, the words heavy in my throat. I breathed in, closed my eyes for a second to steady myself, and let it out slowly. "Nancy told the police in an indirect way that I'm not innocent in David's death. She worded it like a threat: she'll reveal everything when she testifies. My lawyer got a tip from someone at the station. He called me just minutes after Georgia disappeared."
The silence that followed felt like a hand squeezing my chest. My mother's face, usually so composed, crumpled. "What are you telling me, Reagan? Did you—did you kill David and frame Nicholas?" The question hit like a fist.
