Marcus Lanzo made up his mind: he wouldn't allow any of his family members to follow in his son's footsteps. But the question lingered, haunting him: had he truly done everything in his power to help his son, or had he inadvertently enabled his destructive path?
Sleep eluded him, and he got out of bed, his mind racing. Was this how it would be from now on? Consumed by self-blame and a lack of peace?
Sighing heavily, Senior Marcus Lanzo lit a cigarette, a habit he reserved for moments of extreme pressure and anxiety. "Ah," he exclaimed, "what God cannot do does not exist."
