Lazar’s POV

“You’ve got to tell me what you actually did to your uncle.” My mother was following me around the house now.

In the past hour that I’ve been here, I have changed positions at least five times because I was avoiding talking to her. She wasn’t giving up though.

“You don’t have to worry about it, mother. I took care of him.”

I avoided the worried look on her face. Even without her words, I could tell what she was trying to ask but I wasn’t ready to answer her question.

“When you say that you took care of him, please don’t tell me what I’m thinking you...