Delilah slid the folded paper across the table. Her hand was steady, but her eyes were cold and sharp and didn’t leave Franklin’s face for once as if she's reading his expression.

He hesitated before picking it up, his chest tightening with every second that passed. The dining room felt suddenly too quiet, the sound of the ticking wall clock pressing against his temples as if time itself was mocking him.

He unfolded the report slowly, his eyes scanning the lines, reading each word ...