There’s always a line, a very thin one, between selfish ambition and outright cruelty — sometimes it’s easy to pretend you can’t see it until you’ve already stepped over, but in Antonio’s case, he had no such excuse. He knew. There wasn’t a world where he didn’t know. And if he had any doubts left, they were shredded somewhere along the way, torn up with every step he took past it.

Why? Why had he let it come this far? Why hadn’t he stopped it when he still ...