C107 Repentant Ronan

DESTINY

Ronan's face bore the unmistakable signs of truth, etched with a mixture of pain and guilt. James, sitting on the edge of the couch, seemed ready to snap like a tightly wound wire. The atmosphere in the room was thick with tension.

With a strained voice, James cut through the silence, his body tense and ready to pounce. "You'd better be lying. My grandfather?!" His words hung in the air