Tears slid down Owen’s face. When he turned and saw mine, his eyes filled with anger. “Don’t act like you care! Your sister died because of you!”
“If you really feel guilty, then tell us who killed her!”
I bit my lips and shook my head with pain in my eyes. Seeing that I wouldn’t speak, his gaze turned cold. “Then go die.”
Owen tapped the control panel, switching the footage to the day Zara was attacked.
The sound of tearing fabric echoed through the hall, making everyone’s chest tighten.
“Let me go…”
“Please, I’m begging you, let me go…”
In the darkness, Zara’s desperate cries rang out, sending chills through the crowd.
Owen stared at the screen, his body shaking.
All eyes were fixed on the display, but it showed nothing but complete darkness.
“What’s going on?”
“Why can’t we see anything? Did the machine break?”
“That’s impossible! The Memory Extractor shows exactly what the person saw!”
My whole body shook, the pain running through every nerve, unbearable and endless. Owen, unable to see the attacker’s face, grabbed my collar in rage, his eyes wide.
“Juliette! How could you not see who did it? Who was it?!”