(Sanya's POV)
"What happened?" Tyron asks, his voice casual, conversational, like he's asking about the weather and not about the death of a living person.
"There was a fire. Some say it was an accident, faulty wiring or something. But others..." The woman lowers her voice, glancing around as if afraid of being overheard, then leans close to whisper. "Others say it was murder. Someone couldn't stand Aaron and got rid of him. But there's no evidence, nothing to proof he was murdered. The police called it an accident and moved on."
Murder.
His mother was murdered?
The memory of that night returns to me in slow clarity. My brothers, finding me at the road. Claiming Aaron didn't love me. That he was only using me, playing around with me.
That he had never been serious. They had been so c
