A guard leads me and Aiden to a metal table—a different one from the first time I was here with Annalisa—and we sit down. I place the file in my lap and try not to look around at the other inmates talking quietly with their loved ones. Like last time, there’s a woman sobbing, and the sound makes my skin crawl.

I hate this place.

Luke’s on the other side of the door, the guard stopping him to remove his handcuffs, then leading him over to our table. He looks a bit better than the last time we saw him, but still tired looking and older than his twenty years. He has rough stubble along his jaw and dark circles beneath his eyes.

“Where’s Anna?” He looks back and forth between me and Aiden.

“She couldn’t make it today,” Aiden answers in his smooth voice.

“What’s up? Why are you here? Any news about where I was that night?”

Even though I don’t completely trust him since finding that file, I figure we might as well tell him what we’ve found.

“We got a video of you puking your brains outside Howard’s Convenience, but you walk off camera at 5:25. Still plenty of time to murder Greg.”

Did my voice come out accusatory? It sounded harsher than I meant it.

“I guess you don’t know where I went after that?” he asks, dejected.

“Do you?” Aiden asks.

“Your guess is as good as mine.” Luke sighs.

I feel like I’m glaring at Luke. Am I? I just can’t look at him the same.

“Are you all right?” Luke asks, leaning in to analyze me.

Was I staring at him without blinking?

“We were searching your apartment for clues, and we found something . . . interesting,” Aiden answers for me, drawing Luke’s attention.

I pull the file from my lap and place it on the table. “Do you want to tell me why you have this?”

He takes the file and opens it, skimming through the contents quickly.

He looks up somberly. “Did you tell anyone about this?”

“Only we know,” Aiden answers, folding his arms across his muscled chest.

Luke sighs and turns the file toward us. “I started doing some research when I ran into you guys at the Tracks, when Anna made it very clear that she wanted nothing to do with me.”

I tense. I knew it.

He continues, “I wanted to do something for her, to get back on her good side. It’s always just been me, Anna, and our mom our whole life. My dad was barely there for me, and obviously he wanted nothing to do with Anna, she’s not even biologically his. I figured maybe she’d want to know who her biological father was.”

This is not going where I expected it to.

Oh no.

Aiden starts to interject but Luke cuts him off. “Yes, I know that her biological dad raped our mom at a party and that’s how she got pregnant. But I don’t know . . . at least I could give her the choice to know him or not.”