The morning sun streamed through the windows of George's Chicago apartment, but the warmth did nothing to chase away the cold dread that had settled in his chest.
George sat at the kitchen table, staring at the documents spread out before him. The evidence against his father. The proof of Julian's involvement in Victor Kane's murder. The confession Derek Holloway had been forced to make.
Sam walked into the kitchen. She was dressed for work, her hair pulled back. She looked at George with concern.
"You're up early again."
"I couldn't sleep. I keep thinking about Richard Kane. About what I told him. About the truth."
Sam sat down across from him. "You did the right thing, George. You told him the truth. That's all you could do."
"I know. But it doesn't make it easier." George looked a
