“You should check the old fuel lines.”
Daniel ran to a utility panel.
“She’s rigged the generator.”
Russell looked
at me.
“Cancel it.”
I shook my head.
“She’ll kill us anyway.”
“Maybe.”
“Russell—”
“Cancel it.”
I looked at him.
For years, his entire life had been about controlling outcomes.
Now he was asking me to destroy his final chance at redemption.
To save us.
The transfer reached 40%.
Then Claire stepped beside me.
“No.”
Russell turned.
“Claire.”
“If Mom died because everyone kept hiding the truth, then we don’t hide it anymore.”
Daniel joined her.
“She’s right.”
Margaret whispered, “The transfer needs four more minutes.”
Rebecca’s voice came through.
“You have thirty seconds.”
Russell looked at his children.
Something broke open in his face.
Pride.
Pain.
