Elsa
Adam looked up at me, startled, and met my furious gaze. "Why would I want that, Elsa?" he asked, his voice soft but strained, as if the idea itself pained him.
I stepped closer, closing the distance between us, and gently lifted his chin, forcing him to hold my gaze.
"So you can have the justice you believe Stephanie deserved," I said, my words striking a nerve. His face softened with sadness, and for a brief moment, I saw the man I fell in love with, burdened by his own grief and guilt.
"It’s not like that, Elsa," he murmured, his voice low and sorrowful.
"But it is," I said firmly, refusing to let him off the hook. "You don’t have any real evidence, just speculation. Yet you’re ready to act on it. How many more people will you kill, disgrace, or destroy based on nothing but a
