style="font-size:15px;"> And he thought his problems were bad.
Rules or not, he’d find a way to protect her as long as he could. He only hoped it was the right thing to do.
How did you ever know until years later?
Meanwhile there was Ryker to consider. Damn Ryker for hanging on to him when he had worked so hard, paid so dearly to sever all ties and put the past where it belonged. But old debts never got repaid, and the past didn’t stay forgotten for long.
He’d done what he thought was best all those years ago.
Now he owed Ryker. One favor to make his family safe forever. That one favor became ten and then twenty.
Tobias studied the two photos on his desk. His callused fingers traced the worn wooden frames the way he had daily for seventeen years.
It had all seemed best at the time.
It had seemed the safest for those who counted most.
But people had a way of growing up and making their own choices, even if they didn’t understand the truth. Tobias had no doubt that Ryker had manipulated everyone to suit his own purposes. No one did manipulation like Lloyd Ryker.
Now Tobias was trapped. It was too late to go back, too late for explanations or amends.
Too late for everything that mattered.
He stared at the photos on his desk for a very long time. Then his head fell, braced on his hands in the empty room that was the only home he had allowed himself since he’d left the government.
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