Grant’s face tightens on the screen.
“You set her up,” I continue. “You helped Richard fake his death.”
Grant shouts something through the phone, but I keep talking.
“That woman spent years believing her son was dead,” My grip tightens around the knife handle. “You broke her spirit and then you killed her.”
The room goes silent.
I move again, circling the table slowly.
“And now, I hope she’s at peace.”
Daniel starts breathing faster.
“And hopefully wherever she is… She sees exactly what I’m about to do.”
Grant explodes through the phone.
“You fucking stupid bitch!” he shouts. “I’m coming for you and I will fucking gut you!”
Daniel finally breaks.
“Please,” he pleads. “Listen, we can fix this. We can pay you.”
Evelyn starts crying. Gina sobs harder.
Thomas’s voice loses its edge.
“You don’t have to do this.”
Grant continues screaming through the phone.
“I will rip Seth apart in front of you!” he yells.
I shake my head slowly.
“I don’t care about any of your bullshit threats.”
My grip tightens slightly around the knife.
“I have no sympathy for you people.”
I look directly into the phone.
“My sympathy died with Samantha.”
I tilt the blade slightly so the light runs down the steel.
“This isn’t justice. This isn’t about right or wrong.”
I look around the table at all of them.
“This is revenge.”
Grant’s voice explodes through the speaker again.
“I’ve already called the squad on you,” he adds. “They’ll be there in minutes.”
