Elisabeth's POV
"I honestly don't care anymore," I declared, my voice cutting through the air like ice as the truth crashed over me. Gordon was the mastermind behind everything. How could I have been so blind?
Every puzzle piece snapped into place with devastating clarity.
Gordon had always been there, lurking in plain sight. The loyal friend nobody would ever question because he was just Gordon. The dependable guy who shadowed Jefferson's every move. But shadows concealed secrets, didn't they? He had the perfect setup, and as the revelation unfolded, another memory surfaced.
The day someone put a bullet in Jefferson.
I remembered the fury blazing in Gordon's eyes. Back then, I assumed his rage stemmed from me overruling his authority when I demanded Jefferson be rushed to the hospital. But that wasn't it at all.
