Deep within him, something shifted, some kind of sea change moving parts of his soul across a line in the sand he’d naïvely drawn so many, many years ago. A conviction to play by the rules, to be an upright man in a sea of shady politics. To commit to good deeds and good actions, and believing that the world was made of fundamentally good people doing decent things. Oh, how his lines had been blurred. And now, evaporated. Gone.
