Layne leaned his head against Anna and Nicholas’s bedroom door and studied objects spread throughout the room. When he noticed his mother’s sweater draped over the settee, he tensed his shoulders. She’d tried her best to get his attention when he accompanied Nate upstairs. Isaac had ended up dragging her away.
Guilt stung his cheeks. It was pointless for him to be angry with his mother for protecting him. Yeah, she’d lied, but he’d lied to protect the people he loved too. In reality, he was punishing her for protecting him from the monster that created him.
Yet, it wasn’t a monster sitting across the room from him. It was a man who had an enormous heart, albeit a broken one. Anna’s accident was exposing a new side of Nate that Layne had never seen. All he remembered was the tyrant who us
