(Sanya's POV)
The memory of that night returns to me in slow clarity. My brothers, finding me at the road. Claiming Aaron didn’t love me. That he was only using me, playing around with me.
That he had never been serious. They had been so certain, so confident when they said he’s not coming.
Could it be... no. I can’t let my thoughts wander that lane. No matter how cold and indifferent my brothers might be, they were surely no criminals.
They couldn't be so warped as to murder Aaron's mother.
“So he’s dead, huh?” Tyron looks at me as he asks this, and I don’t know what to say.
Because the truth is...Aaron isn’t dead.
He’s standing right behind me in the disguise of Jake, driving Tyron’s car and living in Tyron’s house.
He’s going to lose it when he discovers this truth.
"And you're
