Sara’s POV
Zack’s eyes filled with a pain that mirrored my own, his hands trembling as he stepped back, shaking his head. I could see him fighting it, fighting the truth. It was too much, too fast. I didn’t blame him.
“He… he can’t be that man,” Zack whispered, as though saying it softly would change the reality. “He’s my father, Sara. Even if he was not there for me, through everything. He’s not a murderer. He wouldn’t do something like that.”
My heart shattered at the sight of him—his world crashing down around him the way mine had few years ago. I knew this feeling all too well. The betrayal, the disbelief, the sickening realization that the person you thought you knew, the person you loved, wasn’t who they seemed. But this wasn’t about me anymore. This was about Zack.
I took a step
