Author's point of view

Tension permeated the room. Marcus was standing at the head of the conference table, his hands firmly on the polished wood top and his mouth clenched. The projector's images remained on the screen, exposing Edith and Elder Jensen's involvement in a plot with rogues. But it was Edith's quiet, quivering voice that shattered the silence, not confessions.

She got up from her chair and said, "How dare you?" A carefully crafted façade of hurt and fury replaced her normal cool, calculating demeanor.

With a palm on her chest as though to steady herself, Edith went on, "I raised you, Marcus." I have loved and cared for...