In reality, my name is Benjamin Charles Wallace III. Anyone who has met me in the last eight years knows me as Ben, a fact not lost on my wife.I was t...e dutiful son for the first 22 years of my life. I excelled at sports and academics in high school and dated all the right girls and joined all the right clubs in college. I was being groomed to succeed my father – who had succeeded his father – at the helm at Wallace, Reynolds and Myers, the top law firm in the little corner of the world where I. “Of course I brought it. I’ve been waiting for this thing to come in for weeks.” Drew rolled his eyes as he opened his backpack and pulled out a vial with clear liquid inside.“What exactly is this shit and how do you know it works?” Brad asked as he examined the vial.“Not exactly sure. It was developed by my dad’s company. I overheard him talking about it with some of his co-workers at a company picnic. He said it was nanotech or some shit. They finally sent samples for it yesterday. . UGA’s finals week was the first week of May, so he was home by the time Riley graduated. Seamus had decided to be a Bulldog like his mother, father, Aunt Teresa, and Uncle Jack. He had finished his freshman year without being either arrested or evicted, so Kelly had high hopes that he would graduate in another three years. They were high hopes, as well. He was studying agriculture, of all things. He was majoring in Agribusiness with a minor in Agriscience. He told us he was planning on working. I enter the kitchen and he has several muffins in a basket and fresh coffee on the table. The table is a heavy oak table with the maroon tablecloth still on it. The brass candleholders and the candles from last night are still on the table. I think about that time. I can feel my feet tied under the table. I find that I unconsciously place my feet next to each other wishing they were tied at that moment. I feel the places that all the rope has touched me over the past few hours. I watch Nick.