The room they stepped into was empty and quiet in the far end of the corridor. It was an unused waiting room with only two chairs and a dusty table. Moore Trevor walked in first and slowly took a seat.
Kingsley remained standing, his arms crossed around his chest, his eyes fixed on the older man with a mixture of confusion and rising tension. Raymond leaned against the wall, silent, watching the two men as he waited for the conversation to unfold.
Moore let out a slow breath. He looked tired. His shoulders were tense and there was a strange calmness on his face.
"I wasn't always a cruel man, Kingsley," Moore began, his voice came out slow and low, like each word carried weight. "Everything I ever did, I thought I did for my family. For Jasmine. For my wife. For the Trevor name."
Kingsley's eyes narrowed. "Then what did you do to my family?"
