Anger

Anger.

Every individual in the interrogation room of the city's police station had that emotion coursing through their veins. Yet, it varied.

While Mr. and Mrs. Ford, the former president of a renowned European country, glared hotly at Tony, Doreen, his Uncle was… Composed. It'd be as rare as an eclipse to witness Doreen William display any ounce of feelings publicly.

Only a few people were chanced to see such, and this lanky brown-eyed man would never be involved.

Tessa, however, was angry — at herself.

“I… I ca-caused the death of… Her… Child?” Unbridled guilt, incredulousness and a burning inferno of rage for herself shrouded her. They were so heavy it brought her to her knees.

“Theresa!” Beth, her mother, sharply moved to her daughter once she went on her knees.

Tessa's body trembled feverishly, and for once, Tony witnessed his frigid uncle glance at someone with worry, concern, and fear.

Still, Doreen merely clenched his fists so hard that unruly veins snaked on his hands,