- LAWSON -
The funeral chapel is packed. I manage to slip in after everyone finds their seats and take a standing place in the back, partially obscured by one of the chapel's decorative columns.
With the sunglasses, hat, and ugly trench coat I'm wearing, no one should notice me with how many people are here. No one would ever imagine that Lawson Mobius would dare show up looking like this—like some grungy, downtrodden man off the street who may have only known Jansen from a fleeting encounter.
But I couldn't miss father's funeral. I couldn't let Dex win. He should have killed me, because he's not going to control what I do with my life. I may not have a future at our father's company anymore after Dex took that right away from me, but I'm sure as hell going to say my final goodbye to the old man.
