Chapter 13

After watching the footage in silence, all the strength was drained from Hendrick's body. He sat there, hollow and numb, like something inside him had been ripped apart. It hit him all at once. Savannah had tried to explain everything to him, time and time again, yet he had always brushed her off, convinced it was just her jealousy. However, it finally occurred to him that she no longer begged or cried like she once had. It appeared she had given up from the start, and her heart had died long before she walked away. Meanwhile, he had mistaken Chantelle's manipulations as Savannah's petty attempts. Not only had he not stood up for her, but he had also helped Chantelle tear her down. Little by little, he had pushed away the only woman he truly loved out of his life. Slumping against the wall, Hendrick slowly slid to the floor, powerless. The surveillance footage kept looping in the background, each frame silently accusing him of everything he had done. The guilt gnawed at him, unbe