James shut his eyes tight, the pain etched all over his face.
"Take him away. You handle the rest," he said, voice drained and hollow.
John was dragged off by security and the assistant, but his frantic pleas for mercy still echoed in James's ears like a bad dream.
As James stepped out of the basement, harsh sunlight hit him straight in the face. The sudden brightness made him squint and stagger a little—he looked like he might collapse any second.
Even before coming here today, James had already sensed that what John said back then didn't add up. Emily had been framed. There were signs—even he had once suspected Grace.
But now, with the truth laid bare in such a brutal, unforgiving way, James felt like he couldn't breathe. It was overwhelming.
Emily was Mrs. Armstrong'
