LANDON’S POV
I know who the killer is.
The realization sits like a heavy weight on my chest as I pace in my room, running through every possibility, every scenario where this isn’t true. But no matter how many times I go over the facts, the conclusion remains the same.
It can’t be.
It shouldn’t be.
And yet, it is.
A knock on my door pulls me from my thoughts. I barely have time to hide my expression before my father steps inside.
"Hey, kiddo," he says. His voice is filled with concern “You okay? You’ve been quiet."
I force a smile, pushing down my emotions "Yeah, I’m fine. Just... thinking."
He watches me for a moment, clearly unconvinced. The pressure of his gaze is almost unbearable, but I keep my face neutral. He’s always been perceptive, always able to tell when something’s of
