Or you could go to Wallace and find a way to finish what you had started before I could ruin your inheritance.

You chose the second road.” “You were unconscious!” Christopher shouted.

“You couldn’t have known any of that.” “No,” Raymond said, and the single word dropped into a dead silence.

“I was not unconscious.

I heard every word you ever said in this room.

I heard you ask Wallace how much longer it would take.

I heard you say that my dying at home would look more peaceful than a hospital.

I heard you wonder aloud what you would do if I found my voice before you could get me to sign your papers.” Christopher’s face came apart.