“Just drop it, Nova.” “But, Adrian—” “Drop it.” She pursed her lips together. Adrian lifted his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m not here for your lies and excuses … I’m not even here for a confession. I just…” He dropped his hands to his sides. “I need answers. Please, Nova. If you ever … If any of it was real, then please … just tell me … who killed my mom?”
