Joveline's face went from an ashen, deathly white to a dark, raging red. Her chest heaved beneath her heavy charcoal coat, her hands shaking so hard that the fabric rustled against her sides. She looked down at her son— the brilliant Enigma who could dismantle global tech systems but remained completely blind to the rot inside his own bloodline—and let out a sharp, earsplitting scream of pure rage that bounced off the high, dusty vaulted ceilings of the ancient living room.
"Did you?!" Joveline yelled, her voice cracking with a wild, unhinged fury as she leaned down, her shadow completely swallowing Dahmer where he knelt flat on the hard wood floorboards. "Did you also believe that vile, disgusting lie, Dahmer? Did you actually sit in your clean laboratories for fifteen years and believe that your own uncle—my sweet, innocent younger brother Jodein—was a pedophile? And for a boy? For a young boy?!"
