Ayla looked worried. "Are you really sure about this?"
Aylin squeezed her sister's hand. "Yes. He needs to hear it from me. I'm Sibel's daughter. I'm Marcus's daughter. I'm the girl whose parents he killed."
Zayden pulled Aylin in close. "If anything feels off, you bail. Right away."
"I'll be fine."
"Promise me."
Aylin kissed him softly. "I promise."
*****
Emma opened the door with a big grin. "Aylin! Ayla! Oh my gosh, come on in!"
She gave Ayla a hug first, then Aylin. "I'm so glad you guys are here. Dad will be so happy to see you."
They stepped inside Emma's house. It felt cozy and welcoming, definitely not what you'd expect from a killer's home.
But Aylin knew better.
In the living room, Alexander was lounging in his armchair. His eyes were closed, but he looked a lot better than when he was in the hospital. There was some color back in his face, and his breathing was calm.
"Dad," Emma said softly. "We've got some visitors."
Alexander opened his eyes.
