Year Five The Perfect Goodbye Plan novel Chapter 243

Inside the interrogation room, Gray sat with his hands cuffed to a small metal table, his head bowed so low he didn’t even dare glance toward the one-way glass.

Did he finally realize what he’d done wrong?

Silvia almost laughed at the thought.

She picked up the interview transcript and skimmed through the pages.

Just as the officers had said, Gray came from a struggling family. He’d managed, against the odds, to make it to college, only to have his only family—his father—fall gravely ill and end up hospitalized.

Hospital bills were eating through nearly a thousand dollars a day.

Gray had sold everything he owned, but it only bought him two months at most.

With his father worsening every day and no hope of scraping together enough money, Gray had been left desperate, out of options.

He blamed fate, blamed the world, convinced himself that life had singled him out for suffering. That twisted sense of injustice festered until it curdled into a need to lash out.

He saw people coming and going from the bakery these last couple of days, and that’s when the idea took root. He bought poison, spun a story, and handed it off to the bakery owner without a second thought.

That was the crux of Gray’s confession.

On paper, it sounded straightforward—a young man, pushed to the edge, making a reckless, terrible choice.

But Silvia’s instincts screamed that something here was off.

She pressed her lips together and glanced back into the interrogation room—just as Gray finally lifted his head.

For a brief second, their eyes met across the glass, sharp and electric. Gray looked away almost instantly, dropping his gaze and refusing to meet hers again.

Silvia frowned slightly. Suddenly, she asked, “Gray, if you couldn’t even afford your father’s treatment, where did you get the money for top-shelf ingredients?”

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