Unveiling Doubts
Sam's point of view
The tension in the Asher villa was palpable, a suffocating cloud that loomed over every conversation and interaction. The dining room had turned into a warzone as we gathered for yet another heated discussion about Grandfather's sudden death.
"We should do an autopsy," I said firmly, my voice cutting through the murmurs like a blade.
Kelvin, who had been quiet until now, slammed his hand on the table. "Enough, Sam! How dare you suggest such a thing? Father deserves peace, not this... this invasion."
I leaned forward, locking eyes with him. "Peace? Or are you afraid of what we might find?"
His jaw tightened, and his eyes narrowed. "What are you insinuating?"
"Nothing... yet," I said, my tone cold. "But I can't shake the feeling that something isn't right. You all can pretend otherwise, but I know what I heard and saw."
