There’s a particular kind of man who thrives in glass towers and marble-floored courtrooms. Edward Sabini is one of them. At first glance, he’s everything you’d expect: late 30s, immaculately dressed, sharp-eyed and silver-tongued—a corporate attorney with a résumé full of wins and a reputation for knowing just how far to bend a line without breaking it. He’s the guy you call when the stakes are high and the truth is inconvenient.
But beneath that polished exterior lies something fractured.
Edward is a study in controlled contradiction. Cynical, charming, and chronically avoidant, he’s spent the better part of a decade outrunning anything that required vulnerability: faith, family, responsibility, relationships, intimacy. Especially intimacy. He’s perfected the art of detachment, living in a high-rise that feels more like a hotel suite than a home, and raising his six-year-old son with the distracted affection of a man who knows he’s doing it wrong but can’t bring himself to admit it.
Raised Catholic but long since estranged from anything resembling belief, Edward walks the world with a kind of quiet bitterness—about the system, about other people, and perhaps most of all, about himself. He’s not overtly cruel, but he’s not kind either. His moral compass still spins, but it’s rusty from disuse. And yet…
There’s something buried deep in him—a flicker of justice, a stubborn ember of conscience that refuses to die out. Maybe it’s guilt. Maybe it’s regret. Or maybe it’s the slow, unexpected weight of a life that’s lost its shape. Whatever it is, it’s waking up, and it doesn’t care whether Edward is ready or not.
He didn’t go looking for a second chance. He didn’t ask for transformation. But life has a way of dragging us into the fire when we least expect it. And Edward Sabini? He might just be the kind of man who walks through it and comes out changed.
If he survives it.
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