LORENZO
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Before she asked if I killed her family, I already knew she had heard the conversation between me and Romano. She did a pretty bad job at hiding it. Surely she didn’t think dragging her feet through the house and avoiding my eyes would clear her of suspicion, did she?
Also, the file that was in front of my office was a dead giveaway.
So when she finally asked…
“Yes,” I answered simply, watching as her face fell. “It was necessary.”
She staggered, leaning against the kitchen counter. The sound of the bottle crashing to the floor was satisfying. I watched her carefully as she shook with rage. Her shoulders were trembling as though my words were pressing on her very bones.
In a split second, she turned around, grabbed a knife, and charged at me. She didn’t hesitate. Her h
