“And Trevor helped him,” I said.

“Trevor was the shift supervisor back then,” my father sighed, his eyes closing in exhaustion.

“He took a bribe to say I died in the flames.”

The ambulance arrived at the hospital, and a team of doctors immediately took over.

I sat in the waiting room, staring at the snow piling up on the windowsill.

The glass was freezing to the touch, just like the life I had lived for the past ten years.

An hour later, Charles walked through the sliding doors, his coat damp from the falling snow.

He sat down in the plastic chair beside me, handing me a warm cup of coffee.

“It is done,” Charles said quietly.

“The authorities have arrested the entire executive board of the Bellamy Group.”

“And Trevor?” I asked, taking a sip of the bitter liquid.

“We caught him trying to load three duffel bags of cash into his car behind the kitchen,” Charles said.

“He had the complete ledger of the stolen pension funds in his trunk.”

I wanted to see him.