His silence was everything I needed to know. The slight hardening in his poise and the subtle way he avoided my gaze. But I didn't wanna jump to conclusions. I needed to hear him say it. Give him the teeniest benefit of the doubt.

“I don't know anything about it, Father…” But even his words betrayed him.

“Trent Walker.” I hissed. He jerked off the couch, walking to the other end of the room. Like he was trying to get away from me.

But the only real way he can do that is if he ...