Her Words

AIDEN

The last few days became a blur. I couldn't recall the last time I had a meal other than coffee or slept more than three hours. I could see that Charlie wanted to help, but this was something I had to do myself. The whole case around Caesar's death came as a blow, but not because of my brotherly love; he killed any chance for a solid half-sibling relationship between us when I was around eight, and it stayed that way ever since. For years, we merely took short breaks from hating each other and switched from hatred to fragile tolerance. But his last message? That was different. That was NOT the Caesar I had known my whole life.

The bully who tried to drown me in the pool when I was seven and who stabbed me with the kitchen knife when I was twelve was terrified. There was a wicked part of me that thought that he got what he deserved, but the circumstances of his death left too many questions. Perhaps that was the only reason why I promised my father that I would get to the bottom