After My Father’s

me.”

He walked to the door, then turned back to me.

“You know the sad part? Your father would have survived this if he’d trusted me.”

“No,” I said. “He survived long enough not to.”

For a second, grief crossed his face.

Not for Dad.

For himself.

Then he left.

Daniel followed, shaken and pale.

Claire stayed behind long enough to look at Nora.

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