“What’s wrong, bella?” “I killed him,” I whisper. Enzo jerks back in shock. “What?” I bite my lip, gathering the little courage I possess. “I killed Kevin,” I say again. His mouth parts, and it takes him a few beats to catch on to what I’m saying. “You said he was after you.” I shake my head, tears once more burning the backs of my eyes. “The police are after me—his friends. Not because I steal identities or because Kev is trying to find me, but because I killed a cop. I murdered my twin brother.”
