Sara’s POV
I walked out of the hotel, the cold night air biting at my skin, but I didn’t care. My mind was too jumbled to feel anything else. The weight of what Mary had told me pressed down on my chest, making it hard to breathe. Zack had gone to Richard, had spoken to him, and now… what? Now I didn’t even know if the truth I had believed for years was real. Could Uncle Jude have been wrong? Or worse—could he have lied to me?
The thought made me sick. My parents had been taken from me in the worst way possible, and the idea that the story I’d clung to all this time might be built on shaky ground was unbearable. If Richard hadn’t killed them, who did? And why had Jude pointed the finger at him? None of it made sense.
I kept walking, my mind racing as fast as my feet, the city around me
