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29: When It Backfires

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last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-03-09 20:42:52

Hannah's POV.

I stood my ground, my fingers curled tight around the strap of my clutch. Daniel looked like a ghost that had been dragged through a gutter. His eyes were bloodshot, dancing around the room as if he expected the statues to come alive and arrest him. He was shaking, the smell of cheap gin coming off him in waves that made the high-society women nearby press their silk napkins to their noses.

"Samuel is crying, Hannah," Daniel repeated, his voice cracking. He took a step toward me,
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