JACK POV
I sit across from my mother and patiently wait for her response to my question. I know that her answer will depend on whether I would continue to have a relationship with her or not. I do not have much hope for her to give me the answer that I want but there is a small piece inside my heart that wishes she gives me the answer I want.
"Honey, I do not understand what you were asking me?"
She is trying to avoid my question and just by her response I know. I know that they are still doing the same thing. But I humor her and repeat my question.
"Are you still laundering money? Is that clear enough for you?"
She quickly looks around her making sure that nobody heard what I said. Then she looks at her hands while fiddling with them.
"Jack, we do not have a choice. We can't just-"
