As I rushed home from killing Christian and his guards, my hands were shaking as they gripped the steering wheel, as I was going through an adrenaline rush. I had to kill Christian. He was going to destroy everything I had worked hard for, and I was getting close to my goal. To save my work, I had no choice but to silence my partner. He had previously helped me resolve an issue, but the resolution was imperfect.
The roads were improving as I got closer to home. The mountains proved too treacherous, but they let up their hold as the coast showed herself. I walked into the house, and it was in utter chaos. The staff were rushing around, carrying empty suitcases upstairs and bringing full ones down. Both my wife and daughter have gone overboard with going into exile.
“Richard, there you are
