“Am I caught?”

In a fit of anger and impatience, I demanded, "Where is Allison?" My words hung in the air, charged with frustration, as I awaited a response that could potentially unravel the tangled web of suspicions clouding my mind.

As I stood there, seething with emotions, a voice laced with reproach and accusation sliced through the tension. "Why are you asking, Dylan?" Grandma Adaline's words cut through the air like a knife, her tone sharp and unforgiving.

"Why are you asking Dylan? You made her life miserable by making your so-called guards push her down the stairs, and she is in the hospital right now, and you have the right to call asking about her." Grandma Adaline spat out. "

The mention of the incident involving Allison and my guards sent a surge of doubt coursing through me, past actions bearing down on my conscience.

An internal battle raged within me as conflicting thoughts and emotions tugged at my resolve. My mind raced with uncertainty, grappling with the possibility that my assu