James

When Vanessa finished putting on her shoes, a few moments of silence passed between us as we stared at each other. But then I began to frown when I noticed the atmosphere thicken and a serious expression fell over her face.  

    “What about my brothers?” 

    “What about them?” 

    “You know they didn’t kill Rio.” 

    Frustration rushed through my chest, and I pull my palm down my face. “It’s complicated, Vanessa.” 

    “James, please. I’m telling you, neither Dante nor Antonio did it.” 

    “I know,” I muttered, and her eyes narrowed. 

    “You know?” 

    I pushed myself off the closet door and walked closer to her. “I can’t discuss anything about the...