Crumbling Facade

The morning light streamed through the tall windows of my estate, but it brought no peace. My hands shook as I sat on the edge of my chair, staring at the tea I had no intention of drinking. The news of Declan’s arrest had spread like wildfire, and with it came the weight of my involvement. My chest tightened with guilt and fear. Declan, that reckless fool, had dragged us both down into this mess,