Bentley stepped out of his father’s penthouse, the cool evening air brushing against his face as he made his way to his car. His mind was a whirl of thoughts, replaying everything his father had told him. The conversation he had with his father hung heavy on his shoulders, but there was also a strange sense of relief, that a long-buried truth had finally been unearthed.
As he reached his car, he opened the door and slipped into the driver’s seat, then he paused for a moment. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting the tension slowly ebb away.
Just as he was about to start the engine, a faint beep caught his attention. He glanced over at the passenger seat and realized he had left his phone behind in the car.
Reaching for it, Bentley unlocked the screen, and his heart sank as
