Lucian
“I know my mother isn’t perfect,” Darian said, his voice cracking with a raw honesty that cut through the room. “But she’s not a killer. The worst she ever did was ruin breakfast with her complaining and lie about people she didn’t like. That’s it. What else did she do, Father? Because this... this is too much.”
He stepped closer, eyes burning with restrained anger.
“I’m starting to believe her when she said you never loved her. There’s not a single picture of her in this house. Not one. And you’re always the first to point out her flaws—as if she was nothing but mistakes. You did it so often, it became normal. Routine. But this?” He gestured around us, voice rising. “Trapping her in a room like a prisoner? This is extreme.”
Darian’s voice broke, but he didn’t stop. “So she’s be
