I stood frozen, a shiver running down my spine as he walked in, carrying a plate with a slice of passion fruit cake. It should have been a lovely sight, but instead, it filled me with dread. Damon stood there, his intense gaze fixed on me, waiting for a response. I wanted to speak, but the fear his stare evoked in me held me back.
With a resolute stance, he turned to Laverde and spoke to him, his voice tinged with an unyielding tone. "I shouldn't even bother asking you, should I?"
The man raised his head, realizing there was no going back. A wave of shame washed over me, knowing my actions would now bring him trouble, something I had desperately tried to avoid.
At last, I gathered my courage to speak, my heart racing. "Let me explain," I interrupted. "Mr. Laverde is innocent in all of t
