Brian Connor left the large office building on the outskirts of Chicago. His eyes were red, and tears flowed down his cheeks as he moved slowly along. His stomach churned, and he’d vomited several minutes before in the men’s room at his attorney’s office.
Even though tomorrow he’d surrender himself to federal agents and head to prison, today was the worst day of his life. In about an hour, he’d be telling his family the news. His wife already knew most of it, but the children didn’t, and he wasn’t sure how to tell them. They were so young they probably couldn’t even understand. They’d only know their dad would be leaving.
He crossed the street to the parking garage and took the stairs to the top level. Brian walked to the rail at the edge and looked down at the street below. The idea tem
