“You weren't alone out there in Arizona,” said Spader in a shrewd tone. “You actually moved on with your life. Got a new family.”
Slowly, Bryce nodded. “No one will ever replace Priscilla,” he said, some certainty back in his voice, “but you're right, boy. I moved on enough in my heart to try again. All was well, until Dylan came back into my life.”
Liz sighed. “I'm sorry. You're just as much a victim as my sister. But you're son wronged us as well.”
“Did you kill him?” asked Bryce.
“No, we didn't,” answered Jonah. “We aren't Creyton, or his disciples. And Bryce, we are not your masters.”
Bryce looked so relieved. Somehow, Jonah felt that the relief was more about his freedom, not about his son's continued physical life. It was truly messed up that he had no love for his own son, but
