Kian’s voice came from the television screen before I could say anything. “People want me to blame Jordan, but I never will.”
What the…
Jake flashed me a grin and sat on the couch. Erica was on the coffee table. Her leg was resting on her knee, and she was holding a notepad, hunched over it.
Jake said again, “Jordan Emory. That’s her name?”
“Yeah.” Erica was writing something on the paper.
Kian’s voice continued from the television, “She had no part in it. People are fixated with what I look like, my last name, who my father is, and my promising future, my supposed promising future. But those people are wrong. They’re forgetting one small detail. Jordan.”
“What are you watching?” My breath was stuffed in my throat.
Erica grabbed the remote and hit the pause button. “I’m going over t
