Alexis stood frozen in the doorway, the room suddenly too small, too suffocating. She had half a mind to dismiss her mother's words as the ramblings of a woman who had spent more time with a bottle than reality. But the look in her mother’s eyes—a look she'd never seen before—stopped her.
"You don't believe me?" her mother rasped, her voice hoarse from the strain. She clutched Suzy tighter, tears streaking her face. “Listen to me, Alexis. Your father was murdered.”
Alexis’s heart pounded in her chest. “Murdered?”
Her mother wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. “He got a contract from Mr. Carrington, some big job. He was so happy finally thought he’d make the type of money we always dreamed and talked about. But a week into it, he found out something.” Her mother’s voice dropped, an
