HENLEY
"What? What do you mean you can explain?" I stuttered.
Mr Daniels Snr heaved a sigh from his end and took a very deep breath.
"I promise to explain everything to you when you come over. This is not a conversation that can be discussed over the phone. Please, son, hear me out." He pleaded.
I shake my head repeatedly, still in denial even though it's beginning to make sense to me.
"It means it's true, right?"
Mr Daniels Snr said nothing to that.
"It means that woman speaks the truth," I say strongly, a faint echo of the British accent that normally slips out without notice especially when I'm stressed.
I am pretty much stressed right now.
"Henley, just come over. I'll be waiting," the call goes dead.
My phone drops to the table with a clatter as I groan in frustration and bury my head in my hands.
"No, no, no, " I say over and over.
I have two options, stay here and wallow in denial and ignorance or get out there, face the press that have no doubt assembled at
