Chapter 7

The elevator ascended to the top floor of the hospital. Inside it, I was standing in between my parents, my mind lost in a train of thoughts as I replayed the little muted scene that just took place back at the entrance. I was replaying the shock that had compressed the face of that traitor over and over again in my mind.

“If only he and his new wife could tell what was coming.” I thought with a small smile.

My father, Elliot Harrington, reached out from behind and placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder; his touch felt warm and grounding.

“Take a deep breath.” He whispered. He must have mistaken my enthusiasm for anxiety, or perhaps maybe I was also a bit anxious.

My mother, Sophie Harrington, rubbed my arm gently. The air around her was composed of authority. She has been a pillar of strength since I returned home.

As the doors slid open, we stepped into the spacious, elegantly furnished conference room.

The walls were lined with blue and white patterns, and the large windows offer