The silence after Thomas's revelation is deafening.
Tony's standing frozen, completely shut down. His father was alive, and he had a sister, Isabella, who was 36 years old, but was never mentioned by Thomas. Everything he thought he knew about his family was a lie.
I've never seen him like this. Not even when we thought Thomas died; this is worse. This was betrayal layered on top of grief.
Charles is watching with satisfaction. "Family secrets are fascinating, aren't they? The lies we tell ourselves. The people we sacrifice. Thomas here sacrificed his son's sanity to protect a daughter he never knew. What a beautiful irony."
I need to stay functional. Someone has to. Tony's breaking, and I can't break with him.
Susan's still tied to the chair behind Charles's guards. Her face is bruised, her lip split, but her eyes are alert. It's moving, like she's trying to tell me something.
