Dawn came slowly, but for Ethan, the night was not yet truly over.
The sky outside the safe house began to change color, from deep black to pale gray. Police lights had been turned off, some officers were starting to leave the scene, but the remnants of chaos were still clearly visible.
Shattered window glass.
Bullet holes in the walls.
And air filled with unanswered questions.
Ethan stood near the window, looking out at the street that was growing quiet.
His mind was still stuck on a single sentence that kept circling in his head.
That man is your father.
Daniel stood behind him with both arms crossed over his chest.
"We can't just trust Victor's story," he said finally.
Ethan did not turn around.
"I know."
Victor Hale sat on the sofa with a pale face. He looked like someone who had just opened a door to hell.
"I'm telling the truth," he mumbled weakly.
Leonard Graves stood a few steps away from them, watching everyone calmly.
"I believe Victor."
