Chapter 4

Charley's gaze stayed locked on Nolan, his expression tense and guarded, as if ready for a fight.

His words were aimed at me, sharp and biting. "I've told you—I'm not your brother. Stop calling me that!"

I walked past him, straight up to Nolan.

At first glance, he looked just as composed as when he'd left the house earlier. Impeccably dressed, calm.

But his shoes were soaked through, and there were streaks of mud on the cuffs of his black pants.

The night I fell into the river, when a passerby pulled me out, I looked just like that—wet, filthy,…