Elsie fell to her knees. She kept whispering Stan’s name. His last image flashed in her head—the way he held her hand, asking for help, and his painful gaze. She didn’t want to leave him in that state, but he insisted like he knew someone would take him away.

“This is all your fault, Cade. You should have believed in him when he told you it was murder.” Theo clenched his fists. He turned to Elsie. “Do you know he is Cade Robertson?”

Elsie didn’t respond.

“What is this? You told her everything, didn’t you?” he asked Cade.

He grabbed Cade’s neck and smashed him to the wall.

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