Connor's POV
"Dad."
I turned to see Matt entering my study. I gestured to the chair across from my desk, but he remained standing, his face unreadable.
"What is it, son?"
He scoffed, eyes narrowing. "Did you know Kyra believes her mother was murdered? And that she's suspecting our family?"
This wasn't news to me. I'd been working diligently to keep our family out of danger, to protect what was mine.
"I know," I replied calmly.
Matt's forehead creased with concern. "Dad, are you just going to let her continue with this? She seems determined."
I chuckled, aiming for nonchalance. "Let her be, son. She's just lonely and looking for something to focus on. Once she realizes she's wrong, she'll stop."
"What if she doesn't stop?" Matt pressed. "What if she actually has evidence?"
That got my attention. I felt my jaw clench as I stared at my son. "Evidence? She has evidence?"
