Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

wasn’t my mother in his eyes.
In his eyes, she was making me a man.
“When you were a teenager,” he told me, “I found out she
and her husband were planning on telling you the truth as soon
as you turned eighteen. So I took care of Schraeder. With a
little help, of course.”
With Evans Crists’ help. Michael’s father.
Since he had Power of Attorney over the estate and
Christiane was all too happy and drugged-out to care, Evans
saw his opportunity to control another fortune. The largest
fortune in town.
I glanced back at Rika, seeing her brow furrowed as she
probably wondered what we were talking about. None of my
friends could hear us.
I dropped my eyes to the scar on her neck.
“Didn’t expect Rika to be in the car that day, but…” my
father trailed off. “And then the town doctor provided
Christiane with a nice little cocktail to keep her docile for the
rest of her miserable little life.”
He stepped up to me, but I wanted to back away. The walls
were closing in even though we were outside, and I gripped
the blade in my hand as full knowledge of what was happening
fell like a ton of bricks on my shoulders.
“You never really took notice of Christiane, did you?” he
taunted.
But I barely heard him as I got lost in my head.
I could’ve had a different life. Christiane would’ve been
different. I would’ve had good parents.
“The way she’d look at you at parties or on the street in
town,” he went on.
She was looking at me? No, I don’t remember that. What
was she seeing when she watched me? What was I doing?
My throat closed up, and my hand with the blade shook.