Noah sat in his office, staring blankly at the wall, his mind a swirling storm of disbelief and confusion. His mother, Mrs. Allen, was under control investigation for the attempted murder of Laura and the killing of Xu.
The very idea was absurd to him—he couldn’t believe it. He refused to believe it. His mother was many things—stern, overbearing, controlling—but she wasn’t a murderer. She couldn’t be.
Yet, the evidence said otherwise. The police had found a bloodied knife and a g*n under her bed, both weapons directly tied to Xu's murder and the attack on Laura.
Noah had spent the past few days in a haze, talking to some of the best lawyers in town, trying to make sense of it all. He knew his mother was innocent. She had to be.
There had to be some kind of mistake, or worse, a setu
