Now, the dilemma rested in choosing whom to believe: my convictions or Jayden's story. While his narrative made sense, Jayden's status as a psychopath cast doubt on the sincerity of his words.
"I know you won't believe me with that story," Jayden admitted, breaking the silence. "But I would never harm you, Seth."
My anger lingered, but his words struck a chord. "How do I know you won't harm me?" I shot back, still grappling with the revelation.
"You shot me and tried to kill me, but did I ever retaliate?" Jayden's head hung low, genuine sadness clouding his eyes.
My instinct urged me to reject his plea, convinced it was just another manipulative tactic. Yet, uncertainty silenced me – unsure if my distrust was justified or if Jayden's strange logic held an ounce of truth.
Gideon sighed heavily, massaging his temples. "Jayden spilled the truth. What's your move?" he asked me, his tone weighted with concern.
