Matt's POV
"Matt, you're being an idiot if you trust her. She's just playing games with you."
I looked at my twin brother. "But what if she's right? What if Dad really had something to do with Eva Foster dying?"
Mason laughed and got ready for his turn. He threw the dart and hit the center perfectly, just like we were all taught to do.
"Come on, Matt. Dad would never do something like that. Uncle Wes, maybe. But not Dad."
Right. I couldn't believe it either, but I had heard it from his own mouth. The confession haunted me like a feral howl in the night.
I felt my throat tighten. I wanted to tell Mason what I found out, but I didn't want to hurt him either. We had always looked up to Dad when we were kids. He was the nicest person we knew, and we never thought he could do anything wrong. Maybe we just couldn't see it because we loved him so much.
