Rose’s POV
The weight of Richard Callahan’s words suffocated the room.
"Margaret pushed him."
The air felt too thick, my pulse too loud. My father—the man who had raised me, protected me, who had tried so hard to keep our family together—hadn’t given up. He had been murdered.
Jack’s grip on Richard’s collar tightened, his jaw clenching so hard I could see the muscles flex. “You’ve had proof of this?” His voice was lethal, quiet but coiled with fury. “For how long?”
Richard remained calm, even with Jack’s hand fisted in his shirt. “Years.”
Jack let out a sharp, bitter laugh, his anger barely contained. “Years,” he repeated. “And you’re just now telling us?”
Richard held his gaze. “Your anger is justified, but my timing isn’t a mistake.”
Jack shoved him back against t
