For a split second, Augustine sat still as hot beads of tears streamed down his cheeks.
He wanted to scream, to collapse, and he even had the urge to destroy something, but amid it all, he felt compelled to remain frozen.
His mind raced as he tried to recall who he might have offended.
'Could it be Reuben? One of the boys who claimed I bullied them in high school?' Augustine asked himself, because right now, that was the only possibility he could think of.
Freda, seated beside him, sobbed nonstop, tears spilling freely as her body trembled uncontrollably.
'I know I just met Reginald, but… but I never expected something like this to happen to him,' Freda thought, her lips quivering in fear.
"Bree… bree."
The sudden ringing of Augustine's phone drew their attention. Swiftly, he glanced at the screen and saw that the caller was his private investigator. He picked up almost immediately, holding his breath as he waited for the voice on the other end.
