Scout’s POV
"You will probably not believe me," I said, looking straight into his dark eyes.
The candle on the small table between us flickered, casting long shadows across his sharp jawline. He did not blink. He just sat there, keeping his face totally blank.
"But I will be honest," I added, crossing my arms over my chest to stop myself from shaking.
Nixon leaned back in his heavy wooden chair. He did not say a word. He just waited for me to mess up.
"There is no point protecting people who threw me to the wolves," I said. The words tasted like ash in my mouth. I rubbed my palms against my skirt, trying to erase the memory of my family. "I read the letters because Simone did not. I was just being a good sister."
"Really?"
His voice came out flat and cold. He tilted his head, his ey
