The screen lights up, and instead of it showing a spreadsheet, a video starts to play. It takes a solid ten seconds before fear bleeds through my veins. My heart stutters to a stop. My breaths falter over my lips. Oh. My. God. I watch the footage of Mom fast asleep in her bed, her lips slightly parted as soft snores slip over them. Someone’s standing over her, then I see a gloved hand holding a gun. Oh, God. No! My eyes grow wide as pins and needles painfully rush over my skin. Finn leans down until I feel his breath on my ear. “Your mother sleeps like the dead. I could’ve killed her easily.”
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