The moment I voiced my demand, an electric silence filled the room, catching everyone off guard. Their expressions shifted from confusion to disbelief, clearly not anticipating that I would be the one pushing for a confrontation with my father. But I knew that my brother Evan was locked away in the dungeon, a dark place where danger lingered. If he was in the dungeon, though, I felt a glimmer of hope; it meant he wouldn't face death. My resolve teetered on a precarious edge—if there was even the faintest whisper of evidence suggesting he had been coerced into helping our father, I couldn’t bring myself to end his life.
I have witnessed firsthand the lengths to which my father can go, and it’s a harrowing experience that I know would leave me deeply scarred. I can’t shake the feeling that
