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. Arthur was in prison, but he was safe. He was paying for his crimes, but he was still George's brother. The foundation was thriving. His family was healing. Life was finally good.
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. Lighter. Like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders."
Sam sat down across from him. "That's because you've been carrying that weight for years. And now you've finally let it go."
George nodded. "I think you're right. I've
