Brad’s eyes widened in disbelief and fear, his bravado crumbling like a sandcastle before a rising tide. Agnes stood frozen, unsure whether to flee or confront the woman she had underestimated for so long. It was as if the world had shifted beneath their feet, revealing a chasm they had never imagined.
Sam, still dazed, clung to my side, his tiny hands gripping my shirt. I stroked his hair gently, reminding myself to stay composed, to be the calm center of this storm for his sake.
“You see,” I continued, my voice steady and clear, “I have spent my life extracting truths from those who believed themselves untouchable. Men who had trained to resist every form of pressure and fear. Compared to them, you’re just a bully with an overinflated ego.”
