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I didn’t have any family—at least no one that I would claim.

And I didn’t even have acquaintances.

I worked from home—since having a criminal background kept me from working for the city. I ordered almost all of my stuff online, including whatever groceries could be delivered. If I did happen to need groceries, I would drive a couple of hours away to Bozeman.

Literally, the only time that I was in town was if something struck my fancy.

Or if there was trouble to be had.

I was good at causing trouble.

“Why am I here?” I grumbled.

He jerked his head toward the front porch, and I reluctantly turned to see whatever it was he wanted me to see.

It didn’t take me long to spot my parents.

At least, what was once my parents.

I flinched as I saw them, and the horror of the situation hit me.

“Your parents are dead.”

I didn’t show any emotion.

Why would I?

They weren’t my parents.

They were just people that I used to know.

“How?” I wondered, voice almost detached sounding.

Black frowned at my reaction.

Likely, he thought that I was going to cry.

I wouldn’t.

I hadn’t shed a tear over my parents since I was a kid.

Not since Leo was born and they started blaming me for his psychopathic tendencies.

“Sister!”

I tensed.

Leo came running up, his arms out as if to embrace me, but I stepped in a way that Black was between him and me.

Gross.

I hadn’t held Leo since he was a toddler, and had no plans to ever again.

Unless he was dead.

I’d hold him then.

That was the only way I’d know that he wasn’t going to stab me in the back.