When walls talk with only a fly witnessing, sins become flesh, and secrets await the tattler's tongue. A respected business executive, Victor Armstrong, strong arms his children, who he is forced to cover with birthright, and dismisses another without it, until karma comes calling. Wailing from the novel's pages triangulating violations over centuries, his archetype, masked too well and too long, is snatched away by horrendous tragedy he unwittingly orchestrates with his own flaws, probably written in the recesses of nature or nurture, despite a thumbs down from civilized society. The novel begs to ask life's haunting question. How many of us write our own fate, and how much of that fate is already written?