“Information leaked. People died. It became a bloodbath.” He said.
I closed my eyes because I already knew where this story ended. Massacres always followed betrayal. Always.
The words felt heavy. Cold and permanent as Knox sat beside me. Close enough to hear every word and neither of us interrupted.
“Razor’s father was blamed.” Vincent said.
“Was he guilty?” I asked.
“We never proved it.” Vincent said after another pause.
That was somehow worse. Much worse because uncertainty destroyed people. Families and entire lives.
“What happened to him?” I asked.
“He died.” Vincent said lowering his voice even lower.
The room went completely still. Every answer created ten more questions and every secret exposed something uglier underneath. But then I suddenly understood. At least part
