He crossed the room in three long steps. He didn't touch me, just stood over the bed, his shadow covering me completely. The air felt thick and hard to breathe.
"I want the truth," he said, each word sharp and cutting. "No more lies. No more acting helpless. I want to know everything."
"I've told you everything I know."
"Bullshit." He leaned down, putting his hands on either side of me, trapping me. The clean, sharp smell of his cologne mixed with something wild, something dangerous. "Why are you and your mother really here? What do you want? Money? The whole estate? Did you think you could just walk in and take what belonged to our family?"
His anger pressed down on me like a physical weight. I tried to pull away, but there was nowhere to go. "We're here because my mother married your
