"Tell me, Xander, what the hell do you have to say for yourself?!"
Tracie shoved him hard against the chest, her fists trembling with the barely restrained urge to pummel him until he coughed up every lie, every deception, every ounce of cruelty he had inflicted.
Maybe then, just maybe, she would feel the slightest bit of relief. But deep down, she knew nothing could truly soothe the storm inside her except one thing—Xander being dead.
But that wasn't her burden to carry.
That right belonged to the two people he had wronged the most. They would decide his fate. Whether he would be granted mercy or left to rot in the ruin he had created.
Xander stood frozen, his lips pressed into a thin line. It was as if his tongue had turned to lead, rendering him incapable of speech. His head hung low, his entire body trembling. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he stubbornly blinked them away.
