Dev POV

My hands quivered as I gingerly returned the incriminating evidence to its clandestine repository, my soul burdened by the gravity of my findings. The man who had been my uncle—familiar, always with a smile—now stood revealed as not merely a criminal, but quite possibly the architect of my father's demise. The mere thought sent a shudder coursing down my spine. How am I supposed to tell my mother? How do you tell someone that her brother is the reason her husband is dead?