SECOND SIN
“I think I can handle that. Since I was able to handle yours at a very tender age.”
The statement hit Noah hard, leaving him stunned. His lips moved, but no words came out. He could only stare, the weight of Nathan’s taunt pressing down on him.
Was this revenge? If so, it was the most brutal form Noah had ever experienced. He had no defense, nothing to say that wouldn’t make it worse. Every reminder of the past felt like another crack in the foundation he was desperately trying to rebuild.
Nathan slid a document across the table. “I was able to create an exposition, and I’d like you to go through it and sign so I can submit it to the planning panel and directors for launching.”