Amid the sterile environment of the hospital room, the confusion in Alex's voice and the pain in his tone struck me like a jagged bolt. How could he ask me what had happened, as though he were unaware of his own involvement? The room seemed to hold its breath as I turned to face him, his eyes locked onto mine, searching for an explanation. But a whirlwind of questions was swirling within me, each one a knot that tightened around my heart. Could it truly be what I had seen? Could there be some misunderstanding?
His features, usually so familiar and comforting, now seemed rugged and etched with a turmoil I had never seen before. His dark eyes, usually a source of solace, stung me with the intensity of their emotions.
"Tell me what really happened, Emma," he urged again, his voice laced with urgency and a desperate need to understand. "I swear, I'll make them pay for whatever they did."
