Dylan’s POV
“I…” she trailed off. “I think I’m the one who killed my mom.”
Her words took me by surprise. I locked eyes with Brody, who looked just as confused as I did.
“What do you mean, you think you killed your mom?” I asked her. “Where does this come from?”
“My… My nightmare,” she sobbed. “It’s always the same, but this time… there was so much more to it.”
“Like what?” I asked trying to get her to focus on talking.
“A gun went off. My father kept screaming at me; Look what you did, look what you did,” she said.
“That doesn’t mean that you are the one who killed her,” I cooed.
“Now listen to me. We will go home now, and once we are home, you can tell me everything from the beginning okay? We will get this sorted out. I promise.”
“Okay,” she hiccupped.
All the way home
