Chapter 46: Too Late to Undo
The words "Edward is dead," still hung in the air like smoke after an explosion.
Alex stood frozen with his mouth slightly open, looking from Raymond to Elliot as the truth started sinking in.
Elliot’s knees felt weak. A strange numbness traveled down his spine, almost like cold water. For a brief second, everything around him faded.
He’d spent the past week lashing out, angry at the men who fought for him. Bled for him. Died for him. He’s been avoiding everyone, acting like the only victim in the room.
Before Raymond could say another word, something inside Elliot didn’t just snap, it clicked. "I’m sorry," he whispered.
Raymond turned back slightly, surprised.
"I’m sorry..." Elliot said again, louder this time. His voice cracked.
Raymond’s face was still hard, as if ready to unload all the frustration he’d been holding in.
But Elliot didn’t stop.
"I’m sorry that he died," he said shakily. "I’m sorry that... that I dragged everyone into this. I’m sorry I was even in the middle of it in the first place."
His eyes welled up. Tears rolled freely down his cheeks as he bent forward, placing both hands on the table in front of him. His head hung low, and his shoulders were trembling.