Colleen.
She closed the door behind her.
“You weren’t supposed to see him,” she said.
I stared at her.
“Why?”
She looked exhausted.
“I knew you’d eventually want answers.”
“I don’t need to search for them. They’re standing right in front of me.”
She looked down.
“I thought he was dead too.”
“So did I.”
“I know.”
“And you allowed me to grieve him.”
Her eyes filled with tears.
“I didn’t know what else to do.”
I shook my head.
“People always say that when they don’t want to admit they made a choice.”
She flinched.
Then she whispered something that changed everything.
“Adrian didn’t want you involved.”
I stared at her.
“He didn’t want me involved?”
“He believed he was protecting you.”
“Protecting me from what?”
She hesitated.
“The people who tried to kill him.”
I froze.
“What people?”
Before she could answer, someone knocked on the door.
