"Someone tried to kill"
The words hung between us—cold, sharp, final.
He froze.
In the dim cemetery light, I saw the rise and fall of his chest hitch, stutter… then speed up. He was trying to hide it, but I could read Tobias the way I read my own heartbeat.
“How do you know? How did you find out?” he asked, voice low, almost strangled.
“I’ve always known,” I replied, my tone turning ice. “After I remembered everything, I contacted a detective here in L.A. He found… something. But we never got far enough to identify who it was. Then he disappeared. No calls. No updates. Nothing.”
His face twisted, like he was trying to process ten things at once.
“So I came back to find out myself,” I continued. “I needed answers. Living with the fact that someone tried to kill me—and not knowing wh
