collapse on me.
“There’s no mistake,” the second officer replied, hand on his holster. “You’ll answer for each victim you left in the wake of your greed.”
Naomi stepped forward, voice trembling but fierce. “You thought you could erase us, Roland. You were wrong.”
The twins began to sob, their cries cutting through the crisp air, each sob a tiny rebuke to the man who had abandoned them.
As the officers cuffed me, the marquee lights dimmed, the guests whispering, the wedding now a crime scene.
I felt the cold metal bite my wrist, the reality sinking like a stone.
In the distance, Evelyn turned away, her silhouette framed by the estate’s grand arches, a silent promise that the story would not end here.
