Episode 47

The sterile white walls of the interrogation room seemed to absorb every sound, every nuance of the tense conversation. Detective Miller, his face a mask of professional calm, leaned forward, his gaze steady on the man across the table. Phillip, or rather, the man who had once been Phillip to them, sat with an unnerving stillness. The DNA results, the irrefutable proof, had been delivered with a clinical finality that had shattered their world. Now, the truth was being laid bare, not in a torrent of remorse, but in a chillingly detached recitation.

“You understand why we’re here, Phillip,” Miller’s voice was low, even. “The DNA. It’s a match.”

Phillip’s lips curved into a faint, almost imperceptible smile. It didn’t reach his eyes. His eyes, a pale, unsettling blue, seemed to look *through* Miller, not at him. “I understand you have your findings.”