Nikolai Vetrov
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My words hung in the air for a few seconds and Serena’s hand tightened around her fork. Her wide eyes were stuck on mine as she asked, “What?”
I exhaled slowly. I didn’t like talking about my parents’ deaths. I didn’t like talking about a suspicion I never got to confirm because the accident happened eighteen years ago. Eight years before I became legal. Twelve years before I had access to important files.
I took a seat on the couch opposite hers. “I’m not saying he killed my parents. I don’t know what he was capable of at twenty, but my father spent months working on a piece of software. He poured everything into it. He was weeks away from launch until my birthday night.”
A muscle in my jaw ticked at the reminder but I forced myself to keep calm. Serena dropped her
