Chapter 140 Sweeping It Under The Rug

• Brandon’s heart pounded in his chest as he crept through the house, carefully avoiding anyone who might still be awake. His steps felt heavier with each passing moment, the weight of what he’d done threatening to crush him. "Killed a man," he kept thinking. It echoed in his head over and over until it was all he could hear.
• Once he reached the bathroom, he locked the door and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Blood—Henry’s blood—smeared across his clothes, his hands, and even his face. His eyes widened in horror at the sight. The reality of it all finally sank in, and the floodgates opened. He collapsed to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.
• He was disgusted with himself. He had taken a life. "A human life."