The pressure on his arm was painful. He was taken to the Reeds study. They took his phones… both the one the Reeds gave to him and the burner. He was cut off. Richard stood by the fireplace, the picture of a concerned patriarch, while Victoria spoke in hushed whispers to Dr. Healy on the landline, creating a story about "erratic behavior," "paranoid delusions," and "a recent, concerning fixation with false family histories."
They were building a paper prison with lies. Cameron sat rigidly in a leather armchair, the groundskeeper…Greg… stood silently by the door. His mind raced, not with panic, but with a cold, clear calculation. The signal was sent. Christopher's team knew. They would come. He had to survive the till then.
"Why are you doing this?" Cameron asked, his voice eerily calm. He needed to hear them say it. To understand the full depth of the abyss.
