"Trust no one," Finlay repeated, his knuckles whitening as he gripped the steering wheel.
The words hung heavy in the air, a ghostly echo of Orla's final warning. I stared out the window, my mind a whirlpool of confusion and dread.
"She was trying to protect us," I said softly. "Even after everything, she didn't deserve to die like that."
Finlay's jaw tightened, his silence stretching between us like an impassable chasm.
"Say something," I pressed, unable to stand the quiet.
"What do you want me to say, Luciana?" he snapped, eyes flashing in the light of the streetlights. "That I'm fine with this? That I'm okay knowing my father was a liar, my family's legacy is soaked in corruption, and now. now this? Orla's dead, and we're still no closer to ending this nightmare."
"We're closer th
