Page 120 of In Death, Love Survives
My eyes are tearing up, and my cheeks heat at the memory. I shut my eyes tightly to try and get through this.
Reopening them, I gaze at Wolfe, realizing he should know why I’m so closed off.
“He tried to kill me too.”
“Nova…”
“I was attacked and left to die.”
Wolfe’s expression is a mix of anger and sadness.
“Someone was breaking into people’s houses when they thought no one was home. Turns out, it wasn’t the same person who broke into ours. It was my boyfriend at the time.”
“Your boyfriend?” he repeats, stunned.
“Yeah. I thought we were in love. I was eighteen, but you know that first-love feeling.”
“Yeah, baby.”
“He was going through a lot. I knew that. I was giving him space that night, thinking he was working late.”
Wolfe stays silent for me to continue.
“He broke into my home in a rage. Killed my parents and then attempted to kill me. Tried to make it look like it was one of the other break-ins. He killed a family down the street too.”
“Why would he do that?”
“It’s all a blur. I did talk to his mom after the trial.”
“What did she have to fucking say?”
“She didn’t recognize him that night. She should have known something was off.”
“She blamed herself.”
“She did, but it wasn’t her fault. Who would have known? Sometimes the signs are hard to tell.”
A long pause lingers.
“I want to kill him,” Wolfe grits out.
“You won’t be able to.”
“Why is that?”
“He’s in prison.”
Wolfe’s head perks up.
“Nova…”
His eyes plead for his assumption to be wrong, but he’s right.
“Which one?”
“Roper State.”
“Angel…” Wolfe trails off.
