*Dante*
I stood among the crowd, my eyes fixed on Angela as she addressed the sea of reporters and onlookers. When she confessed to killing Marco, disbelief coursed through my veins as I tried to process what I had just heard.
Why would she do this? What could possibly have driven her to take the blame for my crime?
I needed answers, needed to understand the reasoning behind her shocking admission. As soon as she stepped off the stage, I tried to push my way through the throng of people, desperate to reach her, to demand an explanation.
But the security personnel held me back, their grip unyielding as they fought to maintain control of the chaotic scene. I struggled against them, my eyes training on Angela.
And then I saw him–Special Agent Dobkin, directing his team to escort Angela to a waiting car. A flash of anger surged through me at the sight of him, the man who had been hounding me for years, who had made it his personal mission to bring me down.