Andrea's Pov

Mother lunged forward, pressing her palm firmly over my mouth to stifle any further sound. Her eyes were wide, darting toward the door as if she expected the entire household to be listening through the keyhole.

She stood up, and turned the lock on the door. When she sat back down on the edge of the mattress, her hands were trembling.

"What did you just say? Who told you that?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"Dad," I repeated. The word feeling like poison in my tongue. "He killed Philip, Mom. And he isn't going to stop there. He told me to my face that Elias is the...