It’s like Natasha thought his life was unimportant and Bryan was tired of trying to explain himself. He sighed, looking down at a small body, meeting his gaze as if she were clueless. Shit, she probably was.

Growing up, everything had been Uncle Lincoln’s fault. Ireti would watch them on TV. Mother would stand with father and Aunt Saige, following the instructions Uncle Lincoln spoke. Together they would save the world.

Bob had that look on his face again. His nose crinkled in a distinct expression of disgust. Disgusted with himself, perhaps. Or more accurately, disgusted with me. “Carol, the printer is out of paper again,” Bob said. His voice was quiet, but his anger was as clear as...