Chapter 64

Landon slowly starts to unbutton his white dress shirt, his head lifted.

"What are you doing?" I ask, pointing the gun between him and his father. Landon pulls on his sleeves and yanks his shirt off. He slowly turns, showing big, black wings staining his back. A strangled cry leaves my mouth, my knees threatening to buckle as I take in the wings that haunt me. My eyes catch one white feather on the bottom. That doesn't match my dreams, though. My legs shake and my blood rushes to my chest, trying to keep up with my racing heart.

"No," I whisper, shaking my head.

Landon turns and looks at his father.

"See. I didn't kill your mother." Miller looks at Landon and smirks. "He did."

Tears flood my eyes. "Is that true?" I question, my voice cracking with emotion.

"It's complicated," Landon starts.

"Yes or no. Did you kill my mom?" I scream, my throat hurting.

Landon lowers his head and swallows.