Ral stared at the screens displaying his father's death, Marcus's escape, and the systematic destruction of everything they had built. Something inside him stopped breaking. A person could only shatter so many times before the pieces became too small to fracture further.
"Ral?" Louis's voice pulled him back from whatever edge he was approaching. "Talk to me. Please."
"My father is dead," he said, his voice carrying unnatural calm. "Marcus is free. Our evidence is destroyed, and the world is about to believe I am a conspiracy theorist with a vendetta. What is there to say?"
Vincent wheeled closer with an expression harder than anyone had seen since their prison days. "What we say is that we do not quit. Sarah Mitchell thinks she destroyed us. Let us prove her wrong."
"With what?" Tony g
