Mia

It all started when I was 11 years old and Peter Morton wanted to kill his stepdad.

“Does your Dad have a gun?” He asked when he and I were hiding in the ceiling of the ballroom where Uncle Jake's and his mom's wedding was taking place.

"What?" For a moment, I thought I hadn't heard correctly, so I asked.

He looked at me, his deep blue eyes were striking. He was only a preteen, but he already carried so much mystery and intrigue with him. “I need a gun to kill my new ...