Chapter 25

Henry and Amelia hesitated outside of Andrew's bedroom door, taking a deep breath, before Henry rapped his knuckles against the wood. The door swung open with a creak, revealing Andrew sitting on his wheelchair with his eyes blazing.

They exchanged a look of confusion as they stepped into Andrew's room. The air was thick with tension, and Andrew's face was twisted with anger.

"Murderer," Andrew hissed, the word biting through the air like a venomous snake.

Henry felt the weight of the accusation settle heavily on his shoulders.

"Murder? What are you talking about, Andrew?" Henry asked, his voice laced with concern.

Andrew looked up at Henry, his eyes blazing with accusation. "Don't play dumb, Henry. You know what you did."

Amelia stood in the middle of Andrew's room, her eyes darting between Andrew and Henry. Confusion etched across her face as she struggled to make sense of the situation.

"What are you talking about, Andrew?" she asked, her voice quivering with uncertainty.

Andrew's