Riding a rented Ferrari that raced through the streets of Istanbul. Henry's eyes were on the GPS as he could not afford a single wrong turn. His heart thumped unevenly through the pain as he pictured John's face, but the usual despair that accompanied the pain was replaced with exhilarating excitement, after years of searching and so many leads that have brought him to dead ends, he has finally found the one that will lead him to his son.
"Just another hour, Cynthia..."
Her beautiful sickly face as he begged her to give him one last chance haunted him all the way to this city. He did not convince her to stay for the sake of saving her broken marriage, and he certainly did not do those kinds of favors for his brother, even if their relationship was a solid one now, George was best to know that Henry would love Cynthia till the last beating of his heart, perhaps even long after that.
