from his face, replaced by a profound, almost terrifying level of respect.
“Keep the feed running,” Vance ordered softly.
We sat in absolute silence for exactly 14 minutes.
We watched Richard pour another drink.
We watched Diane convince herself that sacrificing her eldest daughter was necessary collateral damage for their social standing.
We watched Harper stop crying and start scrolling through her wedding Pinterest board, the guilt completely evaporating from her sociopathic mind.
Then the ambient lighting on the video feed suddenly shifted through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows of their
