When the case was first opened to search for clues, this spot was mentioned, but unfortunately, no useful evidence was found.
The place had been abandoned for too long.
Zachary broke down in tears, unable to hold it together any longer.
“It’s all my fault," he cried out. "If I hadn’t taken Zoey to that place, everything would’ve been different.”
But then his gaze shifted to me.
“Zoey loved you so much! How could you be so heartless, Joanne? Is your heart made of stone?!”
He punched the bed railing with all his might, as if somehow doing so would release the anger burning inside him.
Tears from Zachary fell onto my hand.
I could feel their heat, their sting.
“I… I tried, Zach,” I whispered, my voice barely audible, exhausted.
“Tried? You call this trying? You’re shielding a murderer! You’re breaking the law! You’re helping him escape justice!” Zachary screamed, his emotions spiraling out of control.
I closed my eyes, and the memory of that sunny girl flooded back. Her smile was so warm, it seemed able to melt even the coldest glaciers.
“Mr. Mitchell...”
The doctor beside us tried to speak, but hesitated, unsure of what to say.
Zachary shot him a cold glance.