Sophia couldn't move.
She stared at Alexander, waiting for him to take back his words.
But he didn't.
“The same person who killed yours.”
Her voice came out barely above a whisper.
“Who?”
Alexander looked at her.
“I don't know.”
“You just said the same person killed both our fathers.”
“I said I believe they did.”
“That's not the same thing.”
He ran a hand through his hair.
“There are things about my father's death that I've never been able to explain.”
Sophia folded her arms.
“Then explain them now.”
Alexander hesitated.
“My father died twelve years ago.”
Sophia nodded slowly.
“So did mine.”
“They died six months apart.”
Sophia's eyes widened.
“You knew?”
“Yes.”
“And you never told me?”
“I didn't know if it was connected.”
Sophia shook her head.
“You've been inves
