Jayden's POV
I stared at the empty coffin and felt sick.
Everyone else was crying at Elijah Russell's funeral.
Amara was sobbing so hard she could barely stand, James Kingston had his arm around her and Detective Grey stood in the back with his head bowed.
They all thought Elijah was dead, but I knew the truth.
The coffin was empty because Elijah was alive in a secret burn unit across town.
And I was the only person who knew.
Two days ago, I'd gotten a call from Dr. Martinez.
"Elijah is alive," she said. "But we need people to think he's dead."
"Why?"
"Because someone is trying to kill him," she explained. "If they think he's already dead, they'll stop looking."
"Why tell me?"
"Because Elijah trusts you," she said.
Me. The person who had betrayed him more than anyone.
I didn't deserve that trust, But I wasn't going to waste it.
"Come to the funeral," Dr. Martinez said. "Act sad. Don't tell anyone. And watch for anyone who seems too happy."
