Lyon Morgan began to present his evidence, and I found myself leaning even closer, as if I could physically get nearer to the truth. His voice, rich and resonant, filled my ears:
"It started with small things," Lyon said, a hint of frustration in his tone. "Sudden mood swings, inexplicable urges. I'd find myself thinking about Hannah constantly, even when I had no reason to."
"That is love." The questioning person chuckled.
"Well, I don't love—" He paused, and I could almost picture him shaking his head.
"But it wasn't just that. I found strange herbs with her when I started to question things - things that had no business being there. Vials of liquids I couldn't identify. At first, I thought nothing of it. But then I asked Beatrice questions."
Lyon's voice dropped lower, more intense
