Chapter 112 Back At Work

• Alex's silence was deafening, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He thought of Ira, of the love they shared, and the pain they had endured. He thought of Frederick, a man torn between his duty as a father and the knowledge of his son's monstrous deeds.
• Frederick stood before him, looking like a man who had aged a decade in the past few minutes. The guilt and desperation in his eyes were almost palpable, and yet, Alex felt no sympathy for him. How could he? The face of Ira, her tear-streaked cheeks and haunted eyes, was all he could see.
• "I don't know if I can," Alex said finally, his voice breaking. The words hung heavy in the air, a testament to the depth of his inner turmoil. "I don't know if I can ever forgive him."