Avery's POV

Dad slept for almost three hours after the police finished the first part of his statement. When he woke up, I was still there. My attorney had left to speak with the detectives. Maya had gone downstairs for food I probably would not eat.

For the

Avery's POV

The threat letter left my hands the next morning. I hated that more than I expected. For almost three weeks, I had carried it folded inside my coat pocket like proof that I wasn't imagining any of this.

My mother's death.

My father's danger.

Victor Ha

Avery's POV

The detective called me two days later.

Not my lawyer.

Me.

That was how I knew the answer mattered.

"Mrs. Sterling, can you come to the precinct?"

My hand tightened around the phone.

"Is this about my mother?"

"Yes."

I was there in forty