“Oh? Then why don’t you tell me what exactly you were wrong about.”
Nelly’s curiosity was obvious. She leaned her elbow on the edge of the desk, pressed her cheek into her palm, and tilted her head to look at Brody with a raised eyebrow.
Brody wasn’t just making excuses this time.
After that night at the police station, he saw things a lot more clearly. The evidence in Carrie’s kidnapping case might not have been enough for a conviction, but every clue pointed straight to Sheila and Selina. Once he realized Sheila could actually hurt Carrie, it was obvious the perfume thing wasn’t just some random accident.
That night, Jonah came to Brody and didn’t hold anything back. He told him everything about Sheila’s past. She’d studied psychology abroad, bought stacks of books on child psychology when she got back, and from the moment she got close to Brody and Carrie, everything had been carefully planned. Sheila had never been the sweet, harmless girl she pretended to be.
Brody hadn’t really trusted Sheila. His guilt over his old mentor just kept him from facing the truth. But now, he couldn’t run away from his feelings anymore. He couldn’t be rational. He couldn’t keep calm. He didn’t even remember how to weigh the pros and cons… All those emotions he’d tried to ignore were screaming the same thing. He didn’t want to lose Nelly.
Still, Brody kept one detail to himself when talking to Nelly about Sheila. He didn’t mention Jonah at all.
“So, you’ve always known what Sheila is really like, and you’re only realizing it now?”
“I told you, there’s nothing between me and Sheila. If I ever treated her differently, it was just out of respect for her father, nothing else.”
Nelly took a slow breath. She thought she’d feel satisfied seeing Brody finally open his eyes about Sheila, but all she felt was a quiet indifference.

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