Susan’s POV
The pressure was becoming unbearable.
Every day I watched David fade a little more, like a candle burning itself out. Tonight at dinner, he barely touched his food. His fork moved vegetables around his plate, but he didn’t take a single bite. His shoulders were hunched, his eyes dull, and his movements slow.
His parents sat on either side of him. Mrs. Lexington’s teacup shook slightly as she lifted it to her lips. Mr. Lexington kept his eyes down, his jaw set tight, as if holding back words he would rather not say.
The Lexington Empire’s financial crisis had thrown the whole family into turmoil, but it was David who carried the heaviest weight. And then there were the threats — the messages I had been receiving for weeks. At first, they were directed at me alone, but rec
