The faceless shadow that had haunted his nightmares—the one responsible for Thomas's death, for his own cruel demise—it had been her all along.
His breath came in slow, controlled inhales, but the fury burning inside him was impossible to mask.
"Why does she hate my father so much?" Ava's voice broke through his thoughts. "Our families had good ties for generations. Your father and my father were best friends. What made Lydia hate my father? Did he wrong her somehow? Or is she misunderstanding him… like you once did?"
Ava was confused. No matter how hard she tried to piece things together, she couldn't understand why Lydia harbored such deep hatred toward her father.
Her only explanation was that Lydia must have misunderstood Thomas—perhaps she believed he was behind the tragic accident that had taken the lives of Dylan's parents. But was that enough reason to go to such extremes?