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Chapter 22: Section 12
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2026-06-24 23:26:51The silence that followed Elias’s words did not just fill the room; it crushed it with the weight of an absolute, inescapable reality.
Grace felt the air leave her lungs in a slow, agonizing exhale that seemed to strip the last vestiges of warmth from her body. Her confession—her desperate, unvarnished accusation—hung between them like a cloud of toxic gas, yet Elias stood there completely unbother
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