In that fraction of a second when Nolan fell from the second-floor’s balcony, his whole life didn’t play in his mind, but what played was the thought that his own flesh and blood, his own son, would try to kill him. He never even imagined that in his wildest dreams.

His body crashed on the ground in a big thud, startling the dogs that were in the cages meters away from where he fell. The dogs barked, but he wasn’t moving anymore.

George was still watching from the balcony with a sad expression.