James rushed downstairs, his heart pounding, tangled in a web of anxiety. His mind swirled with worst-case scenarios, each more harrowing than the last. Worry gnawed at him, but anger burned just as fiercely.
Every time he replayed the scene where Lila shoved Kyra off the balcony, a murderous rage surged within him. His hands twitched with the urge to grab Lila by the throat, but he forced himself to focus. Kyra's safety came first. He needed to see her. He needed to know she was okay.
As his feet hit the bottom of the stairs, his heartbeat thundered in his ears, each step amplifying his dread. Fear crept in, no matter how hard he tried to push it away. The haunting what if lingered, impossible to dismiss. After all, he had been the first to see her fall.
The first to watch as her blood stained the water red.