Michael's POVI didn't go home, at least... not immediately.When I stepped out of Theo's front door, I made sure Roberto could see me walking toward the street. I even kept my pace steady, resisting the urge to look back.Only when I rounded the hedge separating our properties did I stop.My house stood directly opposite Theo's so normally, I would've crossed the street, gone inside, and tried to forget the strange conversation we'd just had but today wasn't normal.I leaned against the brick wall surrounding my yard and let out a slow breath.Something was very wrong.Theo had shouted at me, he had somehow known about Fernando and me and Roberto was just as suspicious with the way he was behaving regarding how I needed to leave so Theo could rest.I frowned as the image replayed in my head. I remember another thing that had stood out to me.The blood on his jacket hadn't been much, just a faint stain near his pocket, small enough that most people would've overlooked it but I hadn't.
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