The Value
As we walked back home, I thought about what just happened.
Roy had changed.
I confronted him, threatened him. Yet he made no move to hit me. He didn’t draw his revolver. He didn’t even shout. The only time he even became angry was when I asked why he hated Charles Hart so much.
I understood his position: Roy had to secure the Spadros quadrant’s future. But Tony had an heir. Roland was illegitimate, yes, but if Tony claimed him as heir no one would say otherwise.
Why did they still need me?
* * *
After dinner, I sat in my room. Despite my words to Roy, I felt restless, frightened, shaky.
They didn’t know you were from the Pot.
They thought you were happy.
Everyone thought I was happy except those who put me there. Roy Spadros, and by extension his wife, Molly. His staff
