A deal with the devil
Daphne’s POV
The courthouse hallway felt like a tomb, too cold marble under my feet, and the air thick with whispers. Everyone was talking about me like I wasn't right there. Milo’s death hit me like a bomb, drowning the only hope I had clung to.
“No! No!” I screamed, my voice echoing off the walls, the world spinning until I thought I would collapse. I searched Troy’s face for a lie, a hint he was joking to ease the tension, maybe it was playing a prank but his eyes were dark, his jaw tight with fury. Kate’s arms caught me, steadying me as my knees threatened to collapse, her grip firm but trembling too.
“This proves someone's guilty,” Kate said, her voice low, but fierce. “They’re covering their tracks, Daph, by killing to keep the truth buried.”
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