“I took the clothes to feel close to you, but once I realized how comfortable they were, I just kept wearing them. You have very nice clothes, Raven.” She poked his arm teasingly, as if to remind him that not everyone had cleanly pressed suits and crisp, tailored shirts. Suspenders and belts. Silk ties and pocket squares. “I mostly wore your jeans and T-shirts, because I knew Belle would figure it out if I wore some of your nicer things, but I felt really at home in your clothes.”

“Why did you burn them?” Raven asked after a minute. His voice was softer now, not so much neutral as gentle, and she told herself it was a sign that she should keep the rest to herself. He understood things, so far. There was no reason to push it.

“Your stepmother was murdered,” Jack explained. “And Belle called me from the police station, freaked out and crying, so I told her I’d provide an alibi—”

“Wait, what?” His head dipped down as if to understand her better. “I don’t know what I’m having a harder time believing: that Belle was crying or that you’d falsify an alibi. You could’ve ended up in a cell.”

“I know! That’s exactly what the detective said when I claimed I’d spent the night at Belle’s. He told me I’d get charged with providing false testimony, or conspiracy to commit murder, and I knew I couldn’t figure out the truth if I was locked up, so I bolted out of the station and went to talk to Lily. She told me the police were going through people’s things, so I figured it was only a matter of time—”

“Before they found my clothes and thought you had something to do with the murder.”

“Exactly.” Jack nodded, throat tightening again.

“But you didn’t,” Raven said. He sounded so sure. “And now that the clothes are gone, there’s nothing linking you to the murder except that video.” He reached across the bed, gathering up Andrew’s file. “All we have to do is burn this, and the video won’t get sent to the police. Then I’ll sneak into Lily’s bedroom while she’s sleeping and delete it from her phone.”

“I can’t believe she followed me home. She said she was waiting for your dad to check her out of the facility, which was obviously a lie.” Jack strode to her window, peering through the curtains. The glare of the sunset was bright, staining the sky scarlet and gold, and Jack’s eyes fluttered against the brightness. She searched for movement in the yard. For eyes glistening back at her. When she found nothing, she closed the curtains tightly, turning back to Raven. “The facility must’ve released her into Andrew Kane’s care after her mom died.”

“So Andrew is her father?”