Chapter 220

"You can head back now." Beckett raised a hand to rub his forehead. The lawyer hesitated, clearly wanting to say something, but took his time before finally speaking. "Mr. Beach, you've held it in for over ten years. A few more days won't make a difference." Beckett said nothing. Over a decade. The seed had been planted long ago, back when he was just a kid. "Beckett, remember, Mom would never take her own life. Never." "Beckett… as long as I have you, I'd never do anything to hurt myself. Keep that in mind, okay? If something ever happens to me, it's not a suicide—remember that." He could never forget that year. He was only eight. Stanton came home drunk and violent, wrecked the entire house. That stormy night, Beckett had been trapped behind a locked door, watching through the crack as his father beat his mom with a golf club, one blow after another. No matter how hard he screamed and pounded on the door, it wouldn't budge. His fingers trembled now. Pressing against his forehead, vei