Chapter 24
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Honors? Honors bought with my blood and pain?
I lowered my head as dark thoughts swirled through me—rage, vengeance, destruction—burning through whatever remained of my soul.
A familiar voice, now hoarse and broken, pulled me from my darkness.
"Not everyone survived."
I looked up to see Wilson staring into the camera, his bloodshot eyes hollow as he enunciated each word carefully.
The reporters exchanged confused glances before one ventured to ask:
"I'm sorry, Mr. Spencer—what do you mean?"
His family members rushed forward, panic written across their faces.
"Please excuse him—he's still recovering and not fully lucid.
Let's move on. Perhaps we should wrap this up for today."
They began ushering the reporters toward the door with forced smiles.
But Wilson grabbed a water glass and hurled it at the nearest camera, shattering both.
The room froze in shocked silence.
"I said NOT EVERYONE SURVIVED.
My wife is dead! ONLY her! I saved everyone else, but I couldn't save HER!"
