ROSEFor a moment, I can't move. Because the boy on the couch is very small and fragile-looking. He's not even a teenager, and for some reason, my mind can't seem to comprehend what my eyes are seeing.This boy has been texting me for weeks, but I have been ignoring him, assuming that the words came from a grown man with a sharp mind and a touch of arrogance.But here he is: skinny arms, scraped knuckles, and eyes that hold far too much innocence.Then Dante's words click in my head; the boy who was murdered was Jordan's twin. And Jordan himself once told me his brother died at ten, two years ago. Which would make Jordan twelve now.And suddenly, guilt crashes over me as if someone drenched me in ice-cold water in the middle of winter. I feel guilty for every time I left his messages unanswered, for every moment I brushed him off because I felt I was too busy.Also, the second he sees me, he lights up like I just stepped out of his favorite movie. "Detective Rose!"Before I can react,
 آخر تحديث : 2025-10-24
آخر تحديث : 2025-10-24