“Look, I know what it sounded like-”

“It sounded like Kylie died of starvation.”

I knelt down, staring down the barrel he had aimed at my heart. “Please, Mark.”

“You killed her,” he said coldly. “You were supposed to take care of her, and you killed her.”

“…Mark? What could I have done?” I knew that I was merely stalling until some unfortunate soul passed that could be my whistleblower. Surel...