Despite the unfolding drama, he found himself devoid of a motive. Who could be behind it all?


    Wayne was consumed by the enigma, racking his brain for every possible suspect. However, beyond Alexander, the only remaining candidate was... Valerie''s husband. "What''s not what?" Alexander parroted, his toneced with curiosity.


    "Nothing."Quinn''s eyes roamed over Alexander''s countenance. In stark contrast to Wayne''s gloom, he seemed remarkably serene.


    As serene as a bystander to the unfolding drama. Yet, it made sense; Quinn had no deep ties to Valerie. They weren''t kin by blood, and given his stoic nature, even if Valerie''s death was confirmed, he likely wouldn''t grieve.


    With this realization, Quinn''s gaze grew distant once more. Perhaps he was the sort of man who wouldn''t mourn anyone''s passing.Kaitlyn could collide with a tree right before his eyes, and he wouldn''t flinch, his indifference towards Wayne was even more pronounced.Content property of N?velDra/ma.Org.


    If she were to die one day, would he regard her with the same apathy he disyed towards Kaitlyn, not even sparing her a second nce? The car was shrouded in an unsettling silence, punctuated only by Wayne''s sporadic sighs emanating from the backseat.


    He must have already epted Valerie''s death, hadn''t he? Otherwise, why would he be sighing so mournfully?Two hourster, they returned to The Kennedys.


    The entire household was present, including Walter, who wore a solemn expression - he had evidently pieced together some of the puzzle.


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    But the past was irreversible, and further spection would serve no purpose."Dad." Freya rose immediately, her face taut with anxiety that was palpable.


    Among the gathered crowd, she appeared to be the most distressed, an anomaly given her usual demeanor. Even Wayne found himself stealing additional nces at her."How''s it going, Dad? Is it Valerie?" she inquired, urgencycing her words.


    Wayne shook his head, "We haven''t confirmed the identity yet, but we should have an answer soon. We found her ID in the bag; once they run the DNA, we''ll know for sure."


    Upon hearing this, Valerie''s face nched. She clenched her fists and, without drawing attention, cast a surreptitious nce at Alexander.


    But Alexander didn''t return her gaze. He sauntered over to the couch and reclined leisurely, legs crossed and head propped against the backrest in a disy of nonchnt ease.Walter, too, was unusually reticent that evening, not uttering a single word.


    From the question Freya had posed to him the previous day, coupled with her current reaction, it wasn''t difficult to deduce the situation.Intriguing indeed.


    The finger of suspicion was undoubtedly pointing towards Wayne now. If this issue were to be resolved, the only recourse was to sacrifice Freya - a strategy proposed by Alexander. By thrusting Freya into the limelight, she''d be cornered and might even implicate Walter in the process.Alexander was ying his cards openly now.


    Confident, wasn''t he?Kaitlyn also feigned empathy, "Oh, what a shame. Hopefully, it isn''t Valerie. Such a loss that would be."Wayne remained silent, his face pale, as everyone awaited the impending notification.


    They didn''t have to wait long; around eleven in the evening, Wayne received the call to identify the body. Freya excused herself, citing the need to stay home and care for the children, while Kaitlyn, superstitious and iming a headache, also opted out.Four individuals crammed into a car: Walter at the helm, Quinn and Alexander in the back, and Wayne riding shotgun. They arrived at the police morgue, and even before they entered, the sound of sobbing permeated the walls.