CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT: The Ultimatum

The streaks of sunlight cast long, menacing shadows across the worn floorboards. I huddle in the corner, my breath coming in shallow gasps as my eyes flicker with anxiety. Dwight stands tall and imposing, his steps slow and deliberate, like a predator closing in on its prey.

I flinch as his hand reaches out, instinctively jerking my face away from his touch. Fear clenches my throat, rendering me speechless as he sits beside me, his gaze piercing through the dimness.

"You're mad?" Dwight's voice is low, almost a whisper, but it carries a weight that makes me tremble.

Yes, I’m mad, but I can't bring myself to voice it aloud, not when it won’t change the depth of his selfishness, his willingness to destroy lives for his own gain.

Instead, I remain silent, my eyes fixed on Dwight's face, a mask of forced calmness that fails to hide the turmoil beneath.

Dwight sighs, a sound heavy with disappointment and sadness. "I know you're disappointed that I'm fighting for you, for us, but... d