After I left, they begged for Forgiveness

Chapter 73- The deal changing everything

A respirator hissed in rhythm, connected to the frail body lying beneath crisp white sheets.

The room was dim, save for the pale flicker of a dying lamp in the corner.

James Quinn labored breaths and skin like wax paper. Age had folded him in, disease gnawed away the rest. Caleb really ruined him ….not aging.

Caleb Quinn stood beside the bed, arms folded.

His tailored suit hung perfectly on his frame. His shoes gleamed. His tie was a thread of onyx silk knotted without a wrinkle.

He stared at the withered face of his father.

“I guess happy endings weren’t made for everyone,” he said flatly.

Mr Quinn didn’t answer,couldn’t. The tubes in his mouth and the medication had stolen even his groans.

Caleb turned away.

one image made him stop.

A recent photograph. He had it framed himself.

Elijah, standing beside Livia near the alleyway . She was smiling. He was laughing. L

Caleb’s hand curled around the frame like a vice. A beat later, he hurled it across the corridor.

Glass shat