The morning sun streamed through the windows of George's Chicago apartment, casting warm light across the kitchen table where he sat with his coffee.
For the first time in what felt like years, George felt a genuine sense of peace. The revelations about Sarah Webb's betrayal were behind him. He'd confronted her. He'd heard her confession. He'd chosen to forgive her. Not because she deserved it. But because he needed to move on.
Sam walked into the kitchen. She was dressed for work, her hair pulled back. She looked at George and smiled.
"You look different today."
"I feel different. Like I've finally let go of something I've been carrying for too long."
Sam sat down across from him. "That's because you have. You've been carrying the weight of your family's secrets for years. And now yo
