Seeds of Doubt

~VALERIE POV~

The silence felt heavy as I guided Donovan through the crowd of shocked guests. My hand stayed firm on his arm, half-supporting him, half-steering him toward the exit.

His expensive suit was torn at the shoulder. Blood had dried on his knuckles. His tie hung loose around his neck.

He moved like a man in a spell, his eyes unfocused but somehow still finding my face every few seconds.