A few chuckles rippled faintly through the room.
George continued, "It's strange talking to you from the other side, Winn. But I had to do this. What I'm about to tell you will help you understand why I did what I did. Your mother knows most of it—I've already spoken to her—but she begged me to keep it quiet until now. So here we are. Your old man's final confession."
Anna's shrill voice shattered the air. "Turn it off! Turn it off now!" Her usually composed demeanor dissolved into pure panic.
"Mum, calm down." Winn said. He could feel Sylvia's hand tighten around his, her fingers trembling.
Maurice snatched the remote from Raphael. The screen froze on George Orchard's half-smiling face.
"Winn, you cannot listen to this. Please, I am begging you…" Anna's eyes darted to her husband. "Tom…"
"Oh, shut up! I already know he isn't my son!" Tom snapped.
Gasps rippled through the extended family members seated.
