Jason’s POV
Tears rolled down Emily’s cheeks as she began to pace slowly. The tension in the room was palpable, the kind of silence that clawed at your skin until you felt suffocated. The only sound was the faint echo of her footsteps against the floor, like a clock ticking away at my patience.
I did not know how long I stood there watching her, my chest heaving with anger I was trying to keep contained. My mind screamed for answers, demanded them, but the silence between us was unbearable. She had to say something. I needed her to confess.
“Just as I thought,” I finally snapped, my voice breaking through the air like glass shattering. “You cannot even defend yourself!”
The words seemed to slice through her. Immediately, Emily froze mid-step, her body rigid, her breath shallow. Slowly,
