The sound of the grandfather clock echoed softly through Jack’s estate as Sarah sat curled up on the couch. She clutched a warm mug of tea Jack had eventually convinced her to take. She stared into the steaming liquid, her mind still haunted by Nathan’s twisted words and his maniacal smile.
Jack paced nearby, his phone pressed to his ear.
“Yes, Tyler. Ensure Nathan is locked up in solitary until his trial,” Jack commanded, his voice firm. “I want eyes on him 24/7. If he blinks so much wrong, I want to know.”
Sarah flinched at the intensity in Jack’s voice, though she knew it was born of his protectiveness. Her fingers trembled as she took a hesitant sip of tea, trying to push the images of Nathan out of her mind.
“Jack,” she whispered, her voice shaky but resolute.
Jack’s head snapped
