[ For half that moment he’s just... stuck. Stunned where he is with that stupefying anger. It shouldn’t be a surprise. Shouldn’t feel like he’s just taken a suckerpunch. ]

I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but not every kid’s born with a two parental units and a white picket fence.

[ He has to be up and pacing now; restless and almost wild. He can’t look at her. Can’t look back. ]

I’m doing the best I can. I’m doing everything I can to keep him safe.