Liliana stared at the last line on the screen, her pupils contracting sharply as she sat frozen in the wooden chair.
So... Matthew had known all along?
No, that wasn’t right.
He must have suspected, but he didn't try to stop it.
A chilling premonition crawled up her spine, a bone-deep cold that made her limbs tremble and her face drain of all color.
A horrifying, absurd possibility erupted in her mind.
She clapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide with shock and terror.
Matthew... he... he...
Did he... not want to live anymore?
Is that why, even though he suspected something, he didn’t stop it? Did he just let it happen?
The thought shot through her mind like a falling star, then crashed into her heart like a meteor, unleashing a tidal wave of chaos.
No... impossible!
How could that be?
Matthew wasn’t that kind of person...
Or was he?
Liliana’s mind was a whirlwind of confusion. Thoughts surfaced and vanished in an instant, tangling together like a spider’s web, impossible to unravel.
*Knock, knock.*
The soft sound at the study door shattered the silence.
Mrs. Hart’s gentle voice drifted through the door, laced with concern. “Liliana, are you done?”
“It’s getting late...”
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