POV: Kesley

It was not graceful and it was not controlled and it was exactly what he wanted and I did it anyway because I was a human being and not a machine and the image of my children, my Brian and my Sandy, in Nora’s house with Sylvester’s hands on them was more than the composure I’d been building all morning could hold.

I was on my feet and moving before I’d made a conscious decision to move, and then Luther’s arm was across my path, solid and immovable, and Zachary was backing toward the door with his lawyers and laughing, actually laughing, the full genuine laugh of a...