Her voice was empty.
But her words were not.
They sliced through me, leaving nothing but ruin in their wake.
“Their brother…” I echoed it again.
Trying to make it make sense.
But it wouldn’t.
“Did they say who they were talking about?” I asked, alreadydreading the answer.
She shook her head. “I don’t think my ex ever mentioned having brothers.”
But I wasn’t hearing her anymore.
Five men.
Brothers.
It couldn’t be.
No, that wasn’t possible.
Because I had killed them.
I had hunted them down, every last one.
I had buried their bodies and burned the evidence.
I had watched the life leave their eyes.
I had made sure they were gone.
Made sure they couldn’t hurt anyone again.
But now…now I wasn’t sure.
Because if they weren’t dead…
Then who the fuck did I kill?
“Reich?” Her voice was small. Wavering.
I barely registered it.
I turned on my heel and walked out of her room without another word.
I couldn’t stay there. I couldn’t look at her and pretend I had the answers. Because I didn’t. Not anymore.
By the time I reached my office, my hands were shaking.
I slammed them down onto the desk, bracing myself against it like it was the only thing keeping me upright.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
This was supposed to be over.