Ethan stared at the older man in complete disbelief.
Then he looked back at Sophia.
For the first time, he noticed the fear in her eyes wasn't fear of the past...
It was fear of the man standing only a few feet away.
Ethan's anger exploded.
Without taking his eyes off Mason, he reached for his phone.
His voice was firm.
"The wrong man found her wounds tonight."
He paused only long enough to make sure every word was heard.
"Lock the evidence down."
Within minutes, trusted attorneys, investigators, and security personnel were contacted to preserve documents, photographs, and every piece of evidence before anyone could make it disappear.
Mason slowly raised his whiskey glass, pretending nothing could touch him.
He smiled faintly.
But for the first time in years...
Someone was no longer afraid of him.
Sophia realized she no longer had to carry her secret alone.
As Ethan gently wrapped a blanket around her shoulders, he promised that no one would ever silence her again.
Outside, the storm continued to rage.
Inside the mansion...
A different storm had finally begun.
Because the most dangerous secrets aren't hidden by scars...
They're protected by the people who caused them.