Break the Bond, Burn the Bridge
Jack, lurking in the back, gave a subtle signal.
"I get it—weddings bleed cash. But using blood money? Your father's blood? That's gotta eat at you. You've still got a shot. Still time to fix this. Tell the Enforcers the truth, and I'll make sure you've got enough to start clean."
Then I turned, walked straight to the Enforcers, and handed over my phone.
Barry didn't move an inch.
I'd seen him before—last life.
Back then, right after Darren got admitted, Barry kept pushing him to leave.