Claudia came to meet Keith, hoping he would find a way to bring their son out. She stumbled into the study, her face pale and drawn.
"Keith!" When she saw him sitting behind the desk, she cried out desperately as she approached him. "Are you still working here? Why aren't you doing anything to take Franklin out?"
Keith looked up at her, his expression cold. His nerves were already frayed, but Claudia's sharp voice only added to his fury. He closed the file he had been checking.
"Do you think I haven't tried?" Keith shot back, his tone brittle with frustration. "Every call, every favor—it's all worthless with the amount of evidence stacked against him. He is badly trapped. We can do nothing."
Claudia's face crumpled, tears welling as she sank into the nearest chair. "How can you say that?" she whispered, her usual steely resolve slipping. "He is our son. Are you really going to let him rot in jail without lifting a finger?"
