Chris’s futile denial
Chris attempted to deny it, but the proof was incontrovertible. “Dereck, you have to believe me,” he said, his voice cracking. “This isn’t what it looks like.” Even his own words sounded empty. The messages on his phone provided a clear and damning picture. Each attempt to excuse his behavior failed, and the truth of his situation began to sink in. There was no way out.
Chris’s Futile Denial
Desperate protest
“I swear, Dereck, that isn’t what it seems. “I have been set up!” Chris protested. His voice became louder and more urgent, but Dereck’s expression remained stony. “You’ve got to believe me, this is all some kind of mistake.” His eyes begged Dereck for comprehension, but there was none to be found. The room felt like it was closing in on him, with the walls echoing his frantic speech.
Desperate Protest
