Vincent's P.O.V
I stood there in the brightly lit morgue, my mind spinning with confusion and doubt. Rowana stood before me, her expression serious as she observed my turmoil.
"Vincent, are you alright?" Rowana's voice was gentle but insistent, her eyes probing mine for answers.
I ran a hand through my hair, frustration bubbling up inside me. "I don't know how to explain it, Rowana. It's just... it just doesn't add up."
She leaned forward, concern etched on her face. "What do you mean? Why doesn't this add up?"
I sighed heavily, trying to gather my thoughts. "I just…I can't believe that she had been lying to me all this time! How could I have been such a fool to fall for her tricks, Row? How is that even possible..."
Rowana's brows furrowed in confusion. "Lying? About what, Vince? I think you're misunderstanding something here."
