Alexa's face crumpled. Tears cut tracks through the blood and dirt on her cheeks, carving pale lines through the grime. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her chest heaving against the chains.
"She doesn't fight him," Leo continued, his voice soft, almost gentle, which made it so much worse. "She doesn't scheme. She doesn't lie. She just loves. That's all she wanted, you know. A family. A home. Someone to hold." He stopped in front of her, looking down, his shadow falling across her like a shroud. "And you had all of that. You had a husband who would have done anything for you. A son who needed you. A life that people dream about. And you threw it away."
He gestured to the projector, and her eyes were dragged back to the wall, helpless to look away.
