The storm showed no signs of stopping. Rain continued pouring from the sky as Marcus Hale watched the cabin from a distance.
The men surrounding the property moved into position,like professionals who had done this before.
Inside the cabin, the tension had become unbearable. Ethan still held the photograph. His hands trembled slightly.
Not because of fear. Because of disbelief. His eyes remained fixed on the image. On the familiar face standing beside Victoria Knight.
Richard Bennett,his father. The man he had spent his entire life believing was innocent.
The man Emily had loved,the man who had raised them,the man who had mourned her death.
None of it made sense. "It can't be." The words escaped before Ethan could stop them. Henry didn't respond immediately.
The old man looked exhau
