Algernon breathed out a long sigh. "There now," he said. "That's much better, isn't it?" There was no guilt, just as he'd expected, though the burden he carried felt that much heavier. Philip, Algernon was convinced, would have never been capable of easing that burden. This was as inevitable as the sun rising in the east. Some people were just fundamentally broken where it counted most. This was the kindest option he could have chosen.
The family would endure. If he had to sacrifice one of his sons for the greater good, so be it. He had more children, after all.
The family would endure. If he had to sacrifice one of his sons for the greater good, so be it. He had more children, after all.