As I entered the lobby, my hand stained with blood, I hoped to avoid my parents entirely. I made a direct line for the grand staircase, but then I heard my brother's voice call out from behind me.

My neck creaked as I turned to face him.

"What is it?" I asked emotionlessly, watching his eyes lower to my bloodied hand before snapping back up to my face.

"What about Taylor?" he asked, stepping closer.

"You don't need to know about him," I responded, turning on my heel to leave.

"Don't you think I deserve to know?" Adam asked sharply.

I paused on the lower step.

"He murdered both our...