Guilt

Alex slumped into a chair, his hands instinctively finding their way to his head. "This all happened because of me," he lamented, his voice heavy with guilt.

As he spoke, Everyone watched him. "What do you mean?" Mrs. Huxley Marcellus's mom asked, her tone gentle and low.

Alex let out a deep sigh, his eyes fixed on the ground. "I should have known better," he said. "I made a stupid mistake, and now everything's gone wrong."

Mrs. Huxley's brow furrowed with concern as she turned to her husband, then back to Alex. "Alex, what do you mean? We don't understand," she asked.

Alex remained silent for a moment, his hands still pressed against his head. Finally, he spoke in a voice heavy with guilt. "This all happened because of me," he said.

"How?" Mr. Huxley asked, his eyes fixed on Alex.

"I shouldn't have told Marcellus when I found out," Alex lamented, his frustration as he hit his hands against his head.

Mrs. Huxley exchanged a worried glance with her husband. "Told him what, Alex?" she a