Brandon's POV
Wait—what? I shot the words out before I could stop them, like a scream trying to escape.
Hearing Chloe say those words felt like poison in my ears. Everything inside me tightened. The conversation has turned real quickly —robber, murder, Mum. The idea landed wrong, all of it sliding out of place. Did she think my mum was involved in her parents' deaths? Did she really mean what she just said?
"What are you even saying?" I rasped, forcing my voice steady. I shifted in the driver's seat, trying to slow my heartbeat enough to think. "Say that again. Did I hear you right?"
She swallowed, huge and trembling, eyes shadowed and haunted. "You don't believe me?" she asked, voice small and raw.
