Chapter 124

I walk down the hallway of my home with a plate in my hand. No remnants of what I ate beside minor sauce smears. My mind, still reeling after what Simon and I discovered, distraught but not enough to ruin my appetite. Yet still I had to come home and act like nothing had happened, which isn't so difficult when my sole response these days is silence.

I slow to a stop near the archway, catching hushed tones of the conversation between Luciano and our father.

"I went over as a gesture of goodwill and that bastard blames me," dad whispers furiously. "Their deaths mean nothing to me. I had no reason to see Vance or Landen dead."

"Did he threaten you?" Luciano asks.

Dad snorts, his indifference almost insulting. "He tried. But still I pity the man. He's gone out of his mind and it's understandable. I would be inconsolable if I ever lost my sons."