Dana, Steph, and Susan exchanged uneasy glances, their discomfort palpable.
Hunter hoisted Mason up and pressed him against the wall once more. Mason trembled, tears streaming down his face. “Please, let me go, I'm sorry. I… I didn't mean to do it. I… I was told to do it. Please, I'm sorry...”
Sandra’s expression soured upon hearing Mason’s explanation. “What the hell do you mean you were told to do it, Mason? That doesn’t make any sense.”
Mason nodded frantically, feeling trapped between a rock and a hard place. “I… I was told to do this. I'm sorry. Please let go of me.”
Sandra shook her head, rejecting his explanation outright. “No, I refuse to believe this. As a matter of fact, I know what this is. This is a coerced confession. You’re coercing him into confessing to something he did
