“You drove this route—my route,” Vance said slowly. “In a stolen car, so that…?” Liam nodded. “Part of me hoped you’d be the one who pulled me over,” he admitted. “Part of me hoped no one would. Either way, I had a fair idea my time was up.”
Vance looked at the compass in his hand. For years, he had blamed himself for not saving Adam from the path he’d chosen. Hearing this, he understood that Adam had taken risks Vance couldn’t control, guided by people his father didn’t know.