I have to, he told himself angrily. I have no choice. He remembered
how his parents had taken John and Reem to visit the factories of
SA Steel. It had been truly a family company. His father had been
president, his mother vice president of marketing. “Someday, boys,” his father had said, “this company will be yours. Your legacy.”
The jet’s engine started. Closing his eyes, John leaned his head
into his hands. He still remembered the sound of his father’s laugh, the tender
smile in his mother’s eyes. They’d been so proud of their strong, handsome,
smart sons. He could still hear his brother saying, at twenty years old, “I never
intended to have a family so soon, but now I can’t imagine it any other way. I’m
happy, John. I am.”
Grief gripped John’s chest. Why hadn’t he believed him
