Sara’s POV
I stood frozen, my heart pounding as Richard's cold words echoed in the room. This man, sitting before me—Zack’s father—wasn’t just a figure from my nightmares anymore. He was real, and he held the answers I’d been dreading for years.
I swallowed hard, trying to keep my voice steady. “What do you mean, things didn’t go as planned? Did you—did you kill my parents?”
Richard’s eyes met mine, dark and piercing, but there was no remorse in them, no hesitation. “It wasn’t supposed to happen like that,” he said, his tone sharp and matter-of-fact. “But yes. I played my part.”
The ground seemed to vanish beneath me. I staggered back, my breath catching in my throat as his admission sank in. My parents—the people I had loved and lost so violently—were gone because of him. The man I ha
