That was a question I still asked myself. Back then, I’d told Alessandra she was being paranoid. That she was letting her imagination run away with her. But now? I honestly didn’t know. But that wasn’t something I needed her to worry about. “No,” I told Sera. “He barely knew her.” Not that that mattered. “But he didn’t trust her because she was an outsider, as he put it.”

I thought she was going to ask me more, like if it was true that I’d killed her, but then she changed the subject. “And what about your son?”

Elliot’s dark curly hair, chubby face, and big, dark eyes flashed in...