*Brielle’s POV*

I hear him say the words, but my mind does not register them completely.

“Um… excuse me? They think my family is responsible for all of this?” I ask. Jonathan’s single nod confirms his previous statement.

My mind is reeling, and I am two seconds away from laying waste to the first person who messes with me, which will most likely be Jonathan at this point.

“On what grounds? You just said there are no fingerprints or DNA at the scene of ...