His Darkest Secret

ning the crowd, I finally spotted the intern. Fast-forwarding through the video,

red of hop

ed two things: my persistence hadn't been in vain, and Bern

standing by the lake, locked in an in

years of marriage. Eventually, he seemed to find the woman unreasona

clearly. While my instincts screamed that it was Bernard, doubt began to

ping at straws, hoping to excuse

elding nothing of value. Exhaustion weighed heavy on my bo

entered one

the stale air. I almost didn't bother asking about surveilla

sitation, I a

they did have

ation, I got acce

tly as I watched the video. My blood boiled anew, my che

as h

ed my perception of reality. Everything I

ish had

superior to the others I had revi

rnard and the intern together agai

where he found the young woman crying. He leaned down

g quietly. Her sobs softened over the course of the

sn't the fiery argument from before. T

y palms. My entire body felt numb, my mind spirali

of the video s

r's eyes, then leaning in... and

moving skillfully over her body, lifting her shirt as she gave

no one else was around.

uldn't

ch behavior at work, why would they hesi

e. Bernard pulled down his pants, pressing himse

scene. They were having sex

ising in my throat. My eye

gus

disg

s if nothing had happened, touching me with the same hands, made me want to vomit. My breathin

s been impressive, and this

ng, unwilling to miss even a second of

edly. The intern clung to Bernard, embracing him

I noticed some

d, scanning the area to ensure the

dly as she struggled in the water. Her desperate attempts to kee

thing. The wat

atching dispassionately as s

motive for murder. Now, a poss

ecause she had ru

why her an

y spine. My scalp prickled with fear, and I clamped a hand

olutely ho