Chapter 113

• THERON POV
• Hours had passed since I’d returned from the residence, but the tension in my body refused to ease. My muscles stayed taut, my stomach coiled in knots as my mind spun through countless possibilities. I clenched my jaw, teeth grinding in frustration over the crumbs of information Father had handed me just enough to cause unease, but far from anything concrete I could dissect or investigate.
• It would’ve been so much easier if he had simply laid it all out. If he’d told me plainly what he and Uncle Otis had done what shady, possibly criminal choices they had made to keep the company above water. But instead, I was left with a chasm of unanswered questions.