After Tyler had the boys get ready for bed, he called them to come and sit with him in the living room. Tyler sat in the big overstuffed chair with Jack on his lap. Eddie sat on the arm of the chair, straddling it as if riding a horse, an arm around his dad’s shoulders.
Tyler looked at his sons. Jack was contentedly curled up on his lap and Eddie was looking at him with a guarded expression, as if expecting bad news.
Taking a deep breath and clearing his throat, Tyler began. “Your gramma tells me you’re worried about me and Ward.”
They both started talking at once, Jack looking up into Tyler’s face and Eddie turning toward him.
“Yeah, we are. Are you and Ward mad at each other?” Jack asked.
“What’s going on?” Eddie chimed in.
“Well, it’s kinda complicated and could be hard for you to
