End of the Charade

DARIO

Katerina didn’t answer. She just kept looking at me, shaking her head, trembling like a leaf in the storm.

“I need answers, Katerina,” I said, my voice cutting through the silence like a blade. “If what you’re saying means he raped you, then you’d better speak now. And if that’s the truth, know this... I don’t tolerate rapists in my family. Never have. Never will. I’ve killed plenty of them