Julian puts a hand on Annalisa’s arm. “We all know the truth behind Greg’s death. We just need to prove it. It’ll all work out.”

“You told them?”

Aiden and I turn around to look Jason, who just spoke. He’s in his pajamas and barefoot when he walks into the room, Jackson following him. “You told me not to say anything about how we killed Greg. Does this mean everyone knows it was an accident now?”

My jaw drops and Aiden’s whole body tenses.

“Wait, what?” Annalisa stands so abruptly her chair is knocked back. “What is he talking about?”

Aiden rounds on his brothers. “Boys, go upstairs.”

Jason and Jackson look at each other before scurrying upstairs.

Annalisa moves around the table. “Why did Jason just say they killed Greg? What does he mean?”

I’m standing like a deer in the headlights looking between Aiden and Annalisa. Our friends are frozen in place at the table. This is not how everything was supposed to happen.

I meet Aiden’s eyes as we sort through the best thing to say.

“Oh my God.” Annalisa steps back, like she’s in shock. “You both knew. Jason and Jackson killed Greg? Are you serious? And you weren’t going to tell us?”

That snaps Aiden out of it and he jumps into action.

“No, they didn’t,” he states with a final authority.

My heart pounds in my ears. The tension that was already so prominent in the room thickens.

Annalisa stands her ground. “He literally just said he killed him, and it was an accident. What did he mean?” She shakes her head. “You had me going on a wild goose chase trying to prove Luke didn’t kill Greg and you knew this whole time it was the twins?”

“It was an accident,” I say weakly, deciding honesty is the best policy right now. “We haven’t known for long. We’re just trying to figure out how best to proceed before doing anything.”

“Are you serious right now? My brother didn’t kill Greg? The twins did. He won’t have to go to jail. Oh my God. This is great! We need to tell everyone!”

“Are you hearing yourself? You don’t even know the whole story,” Aiden snaps, standing in her way when she tries to run from the kitchen.

“I know we can get Luke out of jail right now!” She sidesteps him and jogs to the front door. Aiden charges after her, and I scurry after him. The scrape of chairs and footsteps behind me tell me that our friends follow us out of the kitchen as well, but I’m not focused on them right now, I’m too busy watching Annalisa and Aiden go back and forth, too busy trying to keep my pulse under control, trying to keep the world from imploding around me.

“And what about the twins?” Aiden asks, an edge in his voice. “It was an accident. They were scared, and they hid it. That’s not going to look good, and I’m not going to let the media attack them like I was.”