She knew exactly why he did it, and it wasn’t hard to guess. He just wanted to kill whatever hope Harris had left. He wanted them to stop this endless, messy back-and-forth, once and for all.
The whole thing never sat right with her, but Petty never brought it up to Harris, either. For one, even though it all started because of him, the truth is Harris got hurt saving her. For another, she couldn’t bear to put him in an awkward spot.
She couldn’t return his feelings, so she definitely wasn’t going to be the reason he turned against his own father.
But now with Felton being investigated, it was pretty clear someone else was calling the shots, someone with more power than the Byron family. In Cabinda, only the White family and the Green family fit the bill.
If it was Hans, he would have told her. But Felton got caught yesterday afternoon, right after the funeral. Could it be Franco?
The traffic light changed. Petty took a deep breath, set all those questions aside for now, and pulled away, heading toward the funeral home.
Today was her parents’ anniversary. New Year’s Day. A day that was supposed to be for family gatherings, but for her, it marked the moment she lost both her parents.
A staff member was on duty when she arrived. Petty swiped her card, stepped inside, and headed to the spot where her mom and dad rested.
The Lane family had already been in debt when her parents died, their bankruptcy leaving nothing behind. She was only seven then, with no money for a burial plot. Thanks to a few kind relatives, she managed to rent a little niche in the funeral home for their ashes.
Years later, all the money she managed to save from her paychecks was finally enough for a proper burial. In just a few days, once the Christmas holidays were over, she could move them somewhere nicer.

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