After leaving the police station, James and I stood in front of Eddy's old house, now long abandoned.
"James, do you think I'm right? About him and his stepsister?"
James sighed. "It's definitely possible. They might have been married. But I don't think Eddy was the one who initiated it."
I nodded. "I think so too. She must have convinced him somehow."
"Or even forced him. Looking at everything now, that woman has plenty of reasons to hate you. To her, Eddy betrayed her—not just the love they shared, but he gave her a fake marriage. The real one, though, he gave to you."
"James." I swallowed hard, biting my lip.
James exhaled a smoke ring, staring up at the sky.
"Do you think... they ever slept together?"
James fixed me with a deep, understanding gaze, but I quickly turned my head,
