Ian's POV:

The so-called party now felt like a funeral as we stood in Felix's bedroom. Tamara was resting her head on her lap, looking exhausted from all the crying she had done. We had been waiting for an hour for her to talk, but she decided to say nothing.

"Hey kiddo, how do you feel when you look at Larson?" I asked for the first time, deciding to break the silence.

She raised her head and looked at me seriously.

"Confused. Last year, I thought nothing of him. He was just my ...