Luckily before I sank too deep, the door creaked behind us. I took the distraction to step out of his embrace to see Khalid stepping inside with a deadpan face. “He’s ready to talk to you.”

With that, we followed him to a room downstairs where Harris sat at the long table. His shoulders sagged like a man who hadn’t slept for weeks. His once pristine demeanor hung limp as though the weight of age had settled fast on him these past days.

“You wanted answers,” he said without looking ...