She grew up carrying grief like a second skin, trapped between gratitude and resentment in a foster home that never felt like hers. Law school was supposed to be her escape—quiet, controlled, safe. Then she met him. He was reckless, rich, untouchable. The kind of boy who turned heads and broke rules just to feel alive. She told herself she hated him. But hate blurred into heat, and heat turned into something deeper. Something dangerous. When his body is found, blood on the floor and silence heavy in the air, every secret they shared becomes a weapon. Every fight, every kiss, every glance—suddenly evidence. The city never stops moving, but her life does. She is either grieving the only boy who ever saw her—or hiding the truth about his death. Love. Lies. Power. A murder no one is ready to claim.