Ethan slowly closed Clara's diary.

For a moment, neither man spoke.

The only sound in the room was the quiet ticking of the old clock on the wall.

Richard stared at the documents scattered across the table.

The past he had spent decades hiding was no longer buried.

It was sitting in front of him.

"You don't understand," Richard whispered.

"I had no choice."

Ethan's expression hardened.

"No choice?"

He let out a bitter laugh.

"You always had a choice, Richard."

"You chose greed."

"You chose power."

"You chose to destroy anyone who stood between you and what you wanted."

Richard's face tightened.

"You have no proof."

Ethan looked at...