Damien

I’d blamed myself for Dad’s first heart attack based on what Darius had said. My conscious mind knew my brother was wrong, yet I couldn’t stop the nagging subconscious feeling that my decision to reappropriate funding away from quarterly dividends was part of the reason Dad was fighting for his life.

Ella’s hand came to my chin, turning me toward her. “It’s not your fault.”

I clenched my jaw with the realization she ...