Chapter 22Sitting in sopping wet clothes on a dark, breezy beach next to the dead body of a man whose name he didn’t know, Sean’s limbs shivered uncontrollably. With his arms crossed in front of his chest and his legs drawn up against them, he stared at the man lying across from him on the shore.
The man had murdered his father. He had robbed Sean of answers to questions that had tormented him for thirty years. Sean wanted to hate him, but he couldn’t bring himself to. The guilty truth was that Sean had wanted his father dead.
He’d mused over the notion from time to time throughout the years, typically in moments of weakness and despair. It wasn’t until he’d learned of his father’s death that the sentiment had been validated—no longer confined to a morbid daydream. While his brother-in-l
