Silas’ jaw clenched at those words, snapping the cigar in half with his finger.

Seeing that reaction, I wanted to push, taunt. It seems I never realized my hatred for this man until this moment, this moment when I feel like he might have told Vera something very important and personal to me. Something sensitive.

He might be drunk, but that still doesn't give him the right.

“Don't look so surprised,” I said, straightening and shoving my hands into my pockets. “You knew when you lost my respect. It was when you killed Mom.”

He shot out of his seat, pushing his desk, his eyes wild. “I didn't kill her!”...