Chapter Eighty Seven
Venessa’s pov
I stood frozen against the edge of my desk, my heart hammering so hard against my ribs it felt like it would break through. The air in the room felt heavy and hot. I stared at Khalid. His chest was heaving, his eyes were wild and bloodshot, and his hand was dripping fresh, bright red blood onto my paperwork.
But I didn't see the blood. I didn't see the ruined office. I could only hear that one single word echoing over and over again in my mind.
Mia.
"No," I whispered. My voice sounded small, thin, and hollow. "No, Khalid. You’re wrong. You’re making a mistake. That’s impossible."
"It’s not a mistake, Vee," Khalid said. His voice was lower now, but it carried a terrifying weight. He held up his phone with his uninjured hand and turned the screen tow
