Riley's pov.

The rest of the words died down in my throat as I stared at him, and he did the same.

Mom's attention shifted to him. “What are you talking about? How did you know about his death? Do you know who is responsible?” she asked, staring intently while my chest tightened at whatever lie he was about to tell.

He only knows by what I told him… and is trying to silence me by pretending to know shit.

He chuckled lightly, smoothing his plain, blank T-shirt and the sleeves ...