Zoe's POV
The room felt unbearably small.
Heavy.
Charged.
Like the walls themselves were closing in around us.
Silence stretched between Chloe and me, thick and suffocating, broken only by the faint hum of the air conditioner overhead.
Neither of us moved.
Neither of us breathed normally.
Too much had happened.
Too many truths had been thrown into the room at once.
Just minutes ago, I had discovered my dead sister was alive.
Now she was telling me something even more impossible.
Something that threatened to tear apart everything I thought I knew about my family.
About my parents.
About my life.
I stared at Chloe.
My sister.
My dead sister.
Alive and breathing.
Standing only a few feet away from me.
And somehow she wasn't even the biggest shock of the night anymore.
Because now she was telling me that our parents hadn't died because of a robbery.
She was telling me they had been murdered. That I already knew but according to her—
Someone I knew was responsible.
