Keith sat frozen, his gaze locked onto the smooth wooden surface of the table in front of him. His expression was flat, masked in a tight, unreadable silence, but beneath the quiet facade, his mind was racing in hyperdrive. Desperation churned in his chest as he tried to construct a cover story, searching for any loose threads in his tracks that might unravel and drag him down.
Slowly, Keith lifted his eyes to the man sitting across from him. Matthew, his father, was meticulously mapping out their next move, calculating every angle to keep Sarah firmly under their thumb. In Matthew's mind, their path was clear, save for a single, infuriating obstacle standing directly in their way: Jayden. The man was getting too close, poking around where he didn't belong, and threatening to shatter everything they had built. This time, there was no alternative, no room for negotiation. Jayden had to die.
