Initially, my intention was to withdraw unscathed, confess everything to Scarlett, and plead for her forgiveness regarding my deceptions. However, I altered the plan 72 hours prior. The explosion would claim Henry's life, allowing me to abandon everything and finally find freedom.
The explosion's force sent Scarlett tumbling. Disoriented, she got up and hurried towards the inferno. It was futile. The explosive had already ignited.
Henry was no more. The image of his final grin etched itself in her mind, and Scarlett's chest constricted with agonizing grief.
"This can't be happening...", she collapsed, desperately sifting through the rubble. Her palms soon became lacerated, shaking from both fatigue and anguish, yet she persisted.
"How could Henry be present? It's inconceivable." Her words were barely audible, choked with incredulity.