The day John was arrested, Ashford Group's stock soared.
The entire company celebrated.
My dad drank heavily at the victory dinner. Uncle Vincent and Uncle Damien got drunk too, and they took turns slinging an arm around my shoulders and telling me what a great nephew I was.
I didn't drink. I sat in a corner eating fruit and watched the smiles on everyone's faces.
In my previous life, I had seen scenes like this countless times in Crownbridge.
A celebration was often followed by an even bigger crisis.
But this time, I didn't want to predict anything.
I only wanted to watch these people smile.
After dinner, I helped my dad home. He was still unsteady from everything he'd had to drink.
As I got him into bed, he suddenly grabbed my hand and mumbled drunkenly, "Jules... the thing I'm
