Victor Knight had always believed that he was a strong man. A man of reason, of power and of control. He had made big decisions in life and business. Nothing ever scared him. Nothing ever made his heart soft until now.
It was a quiet morning. The sunlight poured gently through the curtains in Richard’s living room. Birds chirped outside. Everything felt calm. Victor had come down early, planning to make some coffee before the rest of the house woke up. He liked silence in the morning, it helped him think. But as he stepped into the living room, he stopped. There, in a small bassinet near the sofa, lay a tiny bundle. His grandson. The baby kicked his legs lightly, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling. A soft gurgle came from his lips. Victor froze. He had never been left alone with the b
