Van

Two of me.

No.

There was one of me.

One Donovan Sherman.

One man with a record of unmatched success.

One man who held the lives of others in his hands.

Hands.

My gaze went to where Julia and I were connected, her petite hand encased in mine.

For the first time I could recall, my priorities shifted.

Yes, I wanted to confront Phillip, to watch my brother fall in disgrace, and to expose ...