Demanding Answers
“What do you mean you helped him?” I demanded, my voice sharper than I intended. Kelsey’s gaze dropped, and silent tears traced paths down her weary cheeks. The room grew heavy with her silence, each passing second stretching taut with tension. I leaned closer, heart pounding, the need for answers clawing at me. This wasn’t just idle curiosity—this was everything. I needed to understand the why, the how. Her hesitation only deepened my urgency, hardening my resolve. I couldn’t let her stay silent. I had to know.
Demanding Answers
Hermando’s Scapegoat
Kelsey’s voice was barely a whisper, heavy with guilt. “He said you were unstable… dangerous,” she confessed, each word carrying the weight of hesitation. It felt as though the ground beneath me was crumbling. How had I become the villain in this twisted story? My mind reeled, unraveling the intricate web of lies Hermando had spun to bury the truth. A storm of anger and confusion raged inside me, vying for control as I struggled to process the gravity of her revelation.
Hermando’s Scapegoat
