After going through the reports, Sandro's heart raced as confusion and disbelief flooded his mind.
A few moments later, he dropped Ewan's phone on the table, the thud echoing like the final hammer of a judge's gavel.
It can't be! He thought desperately, trying to reconcile the Athena he knew with the Athena painted in the report—one tangled in tyranny and horror. The two didn't mesh, and he shook his head in disbelief, unaware of how his action further aggravated Ewan's simmering rage.
"So, even after seeing proof, you're still choosing to believe that Athena is innocent?" Ewan's voice was sharp, a knife cutting through the air between them.
Sandro found himself speechless, helplessly pushing the phone back toward Ewan while meeting his friend's turmoil-laden gaze.
