Alexander's POV

I drove home on autopilot while Victor's words echoed through my mind like poison.

"The accident that killed them wasn't actually an accident."

At my apartment I poured scotch with shaking hands and stood at the window staring at Miami's glittering skyline the way I had fifteen years ago the night my parents died.

I'd been seventeen not fifteen like I'd told Lily, old enough to understand death but young enough to be destroyed by it.

The police had called Richard at two AM ...