"What?" Winn asked. His eyes flicked to his father.
"Aren't you?" Tom asked, as if the accusation was just a casual question about the weather. "You've failed to keep Irene, failed to have your grandfather's will read, failed to keep your Dutch investors, even failed at marrying a simple whore. You have failed this family since the moment you were born."
"Tom…"
Winn sat still. "You're right," he said. "I have failed at a number of things."
"I thought I was more of an Orchard than a Kane," he continued. "But I guess I'm one hundred percent a Kane. Failure runs in our blood, doesn't it, Dad?"
Tom's fork froze halfway to his mouth. His eyes flicked up, but Winn didn't stop.
"You've been running your company since before I was born," Winn went on, the words coming faster now, sharper.
