Sallie's POV
I stood motionless, staring down at Lionel's writhing form with cold detachment.
His desperate fingers clawed at my ankle, his terrified eyes begging for mercy, but my icy expression showed I was perfectly content to watch him suffer through his attack.
Andy's final moments kept replaying in my mind. Each time I remembered the pain and betrayal in his voice when he spoke Lionel's name, one thought cut through me like ice: 'This bastard deserves to rot in hell.'
Then Andy's last words echoed in my head.
My clenched fists slowly loosened. With a heavy exhale, I dug into Lionel's coat pocket for his pills, then stepped outside to get help.
Andy had only ever loved one person in this world—his younger brother.
Even after Lionel's ultimate betrayal, Andy couldn't find it in himself to hate the man, not even as he drew his last breath.
What should have been the Howard family's celebration turned into total pandemonium after Lionel's collapse.
