The rain continues to hammer the rooftop.
But the storm inside my head is louder.
Margaret’s version of the crash hangs in the air like a shadow none of us can ignore.
You called your father. You asked him to stop Adrian.
For a moment, it almost sounds believable. Almost.
Marcus is the first to speak. “No.”
The single word cuts through the silence.
Margaret turns to him. “You disagree?”
“I know you’re twisting the narrative.”
Her eyebrow lifts slightly. “Oh?”
Marcus gestures toward the rooftop. “Everyone here needs to slow down before this turns into exactly what you want.”
Adrian’s eyes narrow slightly. “Explain.”
Marcus exhales slowly, rain dripping from his hair. “Margaret just gave us a version of the crash.”
“Yes,” Adrian says.
“But not the truth.”
Margaret rolls her ey
