Irvin's POV
Fragile Peace
My brother and mother had already gotten comfortable in their new surroundings.
The quiet night enveloped us as our bodies and minds struggled to absorb everything that had unfolded... Our changed reality.
I perched on my bed's edge, gazing through the window.
My thoughts refused to settle. They hadn't found stillness in years. Yet tonight carried a different weight. Not tranquil, never that. But conclusive. A transformation. The start of an ending.
My strategy was already underway.
For years, I'd been making preparations.
Discreetly. Methodically. I'd established connections, channeled investments through anonymous partners, crafted alternative identities - fresh names, clean documentation, everything needed to sever our ties from Will Jenkin.
This was about staying alive. I'd always understood this moment would arrive.
I was finished with my father. Finished with living in terror.
The domination. The brutality.
