Chapter 14 - The Revolver at the Top of the Stairs
The metallic sheen of the revolver caught the dim kitchen light, reflecting a cold, unyielding glare that sent a shiver straight down Maya’s spine. Elena stood at the top of the wooden basement stairs, her posture rigid, her face devoid of the timid, defensive warmth she had worn all afternoon.
"Don't come any closer," Elena said, her voice terrifyingly calm, steady, and devoid of all emotion.
David took an involuntary step forward, holding his hands out in a placating gesture. "Elena, what are you doing? Put the gun down. Please. You're holding Lily—"
"I am protecting Lily," Elena interrupted sharply, her eyes locking onto David with a gaze so glacial it made him stop dead in his tracks. "From your father. From you. From this entire toxic dynasty that has lied, stolen, and manipulated everyone around it for decades."
Arthur Vance stepped out from behind Detective Miller, his face twisting into an expression of arrogant disdain. "You're just a frightened little girl playing a very dangerous game, my dear. Put the weapon down before someone gets hurt."
"Shut up, Arthur!" Elena snapped, her finger tightening slightly on the trigger. "You died five years ago, remember? Stay dead."
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