Ethan’s fury
Ethan’s reaction was one of barely contained fury. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the edge of the table, trying to maintain his composure.
But the truth was undeniable, and his mask of calm cracked. He shot furious glances at me, as if willing me to crumble under the pressure.
Instead, I remained resolute, knowing that every word I spoke edged us closer to justice.