CHAPTER 45: The End
Point of View: Lorain Hart
By Friday evening, the atmosphere inside the executive study of the Kane Manor was suffocatingly tense.
Outside, the late summer rain lashed against the heavy bay windows, casting erratic water streaks across the polished mahogany floor. Inside, no one moved.
I stood near the corner of the room, my fingers tightly interlaced, my spine locked straight despite the exhaustion weighing down my bones. Saviour stood beside me, his broad frame a solid, immovable wall. His dark eyes hadn't left his father’s face since we walked through the heavy double doors ten minutes ago.
Arthur Kane sat behind his massive desk. Across from him, holding a thick, brown leather folder stamped with confidential seal wax, sat Vance—the lead investigator.
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