Chapter 32: Who sent the text?

Chapter 32: Who sent the text?

The air in the old Anderson mansion was thick with the weight of guilt, the kind that clung to the walls like the dust of decades past. Ethan stood by the window, his silhouette framed by the pale moonlight filtering through the tattered curtains. The glass of whiskey in Steph’s hand caught the faint glow as he swirled it lazily, the ice clinking like a rhythm counting down to something inevitable.

"Do you have to lie to her, boss?" Steph murmured, his voice low but cutting through the silence like a knife. He took a slow sip, his eyes never leaving Ethan’s tense frame.

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