Simon Morgan turned his back to her, starring at the attic across the way. His dark eyes flickered, and fragmented memories replayed in his mind like scenes from an old film.
"This is your excuse for abandoning Laura all those years ago?!"
The study was deathly silent, a cold and oppressive atmosphere hanging thick in the air. The icy tension sent chills down Harrison Weston's back as sweat beaded on her brow.
She kept her head low, fumbling for an answer. After what felt like an eternity, she finally mustered a flimsy excuse.
But Simon was done listening.
His icy gaze swept over her, void of any emotion. That detached glance was enough to make her feel as if she were falling into an abyss.
"Ethan, escort her out."
"Yes, Mr. Morgan."
That night, the wind howled eerily through Zane
