Brenda, David, and Henry knelt in silence, the air heavy with guilt. Wendy’s cries had faded, but the sound of her being dragged off still haunted them. Henry winced as he moaned in pain, his broken leg barely holding him up. But it wasn’t just the injury. It was everything—they’d lost their daughter, their sister, and any chance of fixing things. Brenda slowly dropped to her knees. Her voice cracked. “Please... we know Wendy did wrong. But she’s still our family. We’re begging you. Please, forgive us.” Adam didn’t even blink. His gaze landed on her, cold and sharp. “No. Not you,” he said flatly. Brenda froze. “What?” “You don’t get to walk away from this,” Adam said. “Your family—especially you—have done enough damage to Tessa. You lied to her. Used her. Threw her away when it suited you.” He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t have to. “You deserve everything that’s happening to you.” Brenda tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. There was nothing left to say. Adam t