“This doesn’t make any sense,” Aryan shook his head. “It can’t be.” “Aryan, I’m so sorry, but it really does seem like that’s what happened. You witnessed your mother’s murder and then you blocked it out of your mind because of the trauma.” I said. “But everyone said she took her own life. It’s all anyone knows. How can it be that it’s not true? I mean how did people think she did that to herself?” “Maybe they didn’t,” “What do you mean?” “I mean, maybe everyone lied to cover it up or something?” I suggested. “You’re right. Her injuries would not have been those of someone hurting themself.” “I need answers.” Aryan whispered. “I have to know what really happened that night and why we were lied to.” “We have to tell Aura too,” I pointed out. “She deserves to know.” “You’re right.

