Chapter Twenty Four
TYLER'S POV Footsteps reverberated in the room as she dismissed herself for a break from the video. Her rhythmic and brisk footfall soon dwindled. I know it must be tough to uncover the truth years after her father died. She witnessed the murder of someone exceptionally close to her and kept it to herself for years. I stood from the couch and moved towards the television, almost turning it off when a sudden grandiloquent and coruscating light shone, followed by the familiar face coming back into the screen. “I have one more thing I’d like to add,” he said, clearing his throat. “It’s about your Uncle Clyde. Remember when I said he’s using lies to cover the truth? He has a rather fantastic relationship with this generous man, one he doesn’t deserve to call a friend. My brother and I still
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