The boys stayed with Rafe, of course, in the lobby of the jail, waiting for us. As much as I wanted them to experience the realities of their world, I didn’t want it to go that far. They look curiously at their grandfather, though, as he walks wordlessly to the second car that will take him home, Rafe at his side.
After Rafe closes the door behind my father, he looks to us, expectant, but Victor simply shakes his head, standing by me. “You take him, Rafe,” Victor orders, his hands in his pockets. “I have to go home with Evelyn.”
“What?” Rafe asks in disbelief. “You seriously want me to – without – why –“
Victor gives him an even look. “Don’t push it, Rafe. I have…things to do. Can you handle it or not?”
Rafe sighs, still not getting it, and I give him a little smile, putting a hand on
