They pulled up behind Marshall and stopped a few feet behind the limo. Dean realized then that Adara was shaking. “Adara.” He murmured, touching her arm. “If you can’t do this….”
“I have to.” She replied firmly. She opened her door then, unbuckling her seat belt and stepping outside. Dean quickly followed, worried she would trip or fall. But she didn’t. She walked up to Marshall, Dean, a few steps behind her.
Marshall didn’t move and remained silent as she approached. He didn’t smile or open his arms for a hug. Adara stopped, two feet from him, peering up into the older man’s face. She didn’t say hi, or any type of greeting. Instead, she spoke. “Marshall, I remembered something today. I remembered something from ten years ago.”
Marshall nodded. “Yes, milady. I thought you might.”
“Marshall. Did you and Dania kill my father?” Adara asked this question in a strong, unwavering voice.
Marshall inhaled and exhaled, slowly and deliberately. “It wasn’t so simple as that.” He replied.
“Yes or no, please, Marshall. Did he die that night, and did you or Dania do it?” Adara stared up at him.
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