Chapter 38

I entered the room where Robert Anderson was waiting, ready to confront him about his relationship with Theodore. As I approached him, his eyes darted nervously, a hint of anxiety creeping into his expression. I could sense that he was torn between denying his involvement and acknowledging the truth.

“Robert,” I began, my tone firm but composed. “We have evidence suggesting that you and Theodore were involved in a romantic relationship. Care to explain?”

Robert hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching for the right words. Then, with a sigh, he finally spoke. “Yes, it’s true. Theodore and I were involved,” he admitted, his voice tinged with a mix of regret and resignation. “But I didn’t kill him. I loved him.”

I leaned forward, studying Robert’s face for any signs of deception. “Tell me everything,” I urged, my curiosity piqued. “Why did you keep your relationship a secret?”

Robert’s eyes met mine, filled with a mix of longing and sadness. “Theodore was marr