“I only brought the truth.”

He let out a short, bitter laugh.

“The truth is whatever the loudest voice says it is,” he said, finally looking at me.

“Your father was a weak man.”

“He didn’t understand how the world works.”

“My father was Daniel Hayes,” I said, my voice steady.

“And he was twice the man you will ever be.”

Gregory sneered, setting his glass down on the mahogany table with a sharp clink.

“He was a whistleblower who died with nothing,” Gregory said.

“And look at you.”

“Wearing that uniform, playing the hero.”

“It’s over, Gregory,” Eleanor said from the window.

Gregory turned his head slowly to look at her, his jaw tightening.

“Be quiet, Eleanor,” he snapped.

“No,” she said, stepping forward.

“I have been quiet for thirty years.”

“I watched you bury Daniel’s name, and I let you convince me it was for our protection.”

She walked over to my side, her hand reaching out to touch my sleeve.

“It was for your greed,” she said to him.

Gregory stood up, his face flushing red.