LIAM
My parents were at the lake house with the kids when Meg and I finally arrived: it was the weekend already, and we always spent it there.
We were not about to let something minor as a probable war change our habits: the kids needed their routine, they needed for their normalcy to be preserved as much as possible.
Mine and their mother’s was already shattered, anyway.
I never liked surprises very much: Meg liked to call me a control freak, but I didn’t agree with her. I simply liked having if not everything under control, a good bet on guessing what would happen.
The current situation was a total mystery.
Of course, I had mixed feelings about the whole Jackson situation – I was glad that Meg had her friend back, and I’d almost teared up from happiness when I felt her own hap
