I wanted to hear the truth, even if it would shatter my world and break me apart.
He lifted his head, and his sad eyes focused on me. They appeared hollow and unblinking, as if I was staring into the face of a man who had given up all hope of living.
“Please, just this once, Grandpa,” I pleaded. Desperation seeped from my tone. “... please... tell me the truth.”
"Elizabeth," his voice was tired, matching his exhausted expression. "I know you won't believe me, but I… I didn't kill Philip. I hated the man he'd become — a despicable man who never kept his promises — but I could never bring myself to harm someone who was once like a brother to me."
From the depths of my heart, I knew he was telling the truth. I felt a sudden relief, as if a thorn had been pulled out from my chest. Next thi
