So, the boy didn’t just look like him, it was him. He pushed back from the table with a growl. Then walking over to the windows he let his eyes skip across the greenery of the forest outside. He didn’t want to think about when he was a child. Why did this matter?
His muscles tensed as he felt Abby’s hand on his back. “It’s OK if you don’t want to think about it. But, I’d like to hear what Davidson found out though. Is that alright?”
Cain huffed. He didn’t want to know any of it. But he could hear in her voice that it was important to her. So, he nodded, but he didn’t move from the window, nor take his eyes off the forest outside. He heard her soft footsteps as she went back to the table. “What do you know about what happened?”
Davidson coughed. “Well, his name was Joshua Danvers, but ev
