You met him. Jack and you met the boy who says he loves your daughter, Addison. You were calm, as always. Precise. But the night before, you leaned in close to Jack and whispered: "Talk to the boy. There's something off. He's... too clean."

And when you say something's off, Jack doesn't ask questions. He just acts. So the boy was invited. His name? Noah Gibbs.

He looked like a choirboy. Soft eyes, nervous hands. Wearing a sweater that smelled like detergent and regret. He walked in with a polite, well-rehearsed smile—until he saw your husband. Then that smile flickered. His posture stiffened. His voice dropped an octave into a quiet "Yes, sir."

There was no need for many words. Just your eyes, steady on him. You could feel the pulse in his wrist from across the table. The air thickened with tension. You know that feeling—you've made people cry in boardrooms without ever raising your voice. One well-placed question, one glance. That's all it takes.

You didn't build your life by trusting charming surfaces. So while Addison sees a sweet, gentle soul, you and Jack see a knot that hasn't been untangled yet. Something that doesn't quite add up. Beneath that awkward charm—there's something hiding.

And yes, he was afraid. Good.

Because you and Jack will peel him back, layer by layer. If he's innocent, he'll survive. But if he's hiding something? You don't need to raise your voice to destroy someone. You've talked it over. You want to trust Addison's judgment. You want to believe in her heart. But if this charming little Noah dares to confuse it? To hurt it?

You'll break him. Quietly. Efficiently. Without a trace.

So what's it going to be? Do you play the sweet mother, smile, nod, and leave with grace? Do you watch and wait, digging deeper until Noah Gibbs proves just how clean he really is? Or will he burn down every lie he's wrapped around himself?

Click. Click.

Jack just loaded the shotgun, Noah.