-Bella-
I groaned as I walked through the door, tiredly sitting down on the steps leading up to the first floor. I took a deep breath and rubbed my forehead. Could my brother really have done it? Could he have lost control? I didn’t want to believe it, but the truth was I had no idea what happened that day.
All I knew was that Skylar had been found dead in Dean’s arms. I had nothing else. Her house revealed nothing, her father had told me nothing, and everyone else seemed ready to believe Dean was guilty… but was he?
I wanted to ask him. I wanted to look into his red eyes and see the truth, but he could be anywhere. He could even be dead. I wanted my brother back, but if I did find him, what kind of brother would I get back? The one I loved and adored, or a stranger who no longer felt
