Aaron followed the man to the police station.
The police provided several photos from the scene of the investigation.
The door of the storage room was securely locked from the outside, accelerants were found at the scene, and there were traces of Evelyn escaping from the storage room to the attic...
Each image was an arrow straight through his heart. His fingers trembled as they traced the photo of her limp body lying in the bushes.
The pain was suffocating.
While she'd been fighting for her life, he'd coldly left her behind in that burning building.
He even forced her, despite her injuries, to cook soup for Fiona.
'Evelyn, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.'
His voice trembled, never before so out of control, as he grabbed John's hand.
"Where is she? Tell me, where exactly is Evelyn now!?"
J
