Chapter 98

Through the mirror of the car, he sees the shock passing through the faces of his friends, followed by a tragic expression. They know about Abigail's story. They were with Henry during the crises at his house. As much as he does, his friends are aware of the complexity of the facts. Father and son, the one who ruined a girl's life, and the other who is still trying to fix it. The real monster wasn't him, and now I was sure of that.

The distance between Manhattan and White Plains is approximately forty-five minutes. Along the way, trying to distract the bloodthirsty thoughts in his mind, Henry tells his girlfriend's friends and aunt about the discoveries of the night. He reveals the dreams that Abigail had confided to him, and in the middle of a report, his fingers contract on the steering wheel, the spasms caused by hatred.

The country house is isolated, but not completely. A dirt road interrupts the asphalt, surrounded by trees that lean against trav