RICHMOND MUST PAY FOR WHAT HE DID
As Griffin cleared his throat, both men looked up, their expressions a mix of curiosity and concern. Walter's piercing blue eyes bore into Griffin, sensing that something was amiss. His father leaned forward, folding his hands as if preparing for grave news.
"Griffin, what is it?" his father inquired, a hint of trepidation in his voice.
Griffin took a deep breath, his voice trembling with the weight of the revelation. "I... I have terrible news. Richmond... he... he killed Humphrey."
The words hung in the air, a heavy, oppressive silence following them. Walters, who was a father to Humphrey, felt the room grow colder. His face turned ashen, and his grip on the armrest of his chair tightened.
Walters' voice was hoarse as he demanded, "How do you know this? Are you sure?"
