OUR FAMILY
For the first time in months...
There was peace.
Real peace.
Not the fragile kind that disappeared with a phone call.
Not the temporary kind that existed between disasters.
Actual peace.
Anthony wasn't sure what to do with it.
For so long his life had revolved around investigations.
Courtrooms.
Evidence.
Lawyers.
Fear.
Now?
Now he was helping Damien build a birdhouse.
A very crooked birdhouse.
"Dad."
Damien frowned.
"This side is leaning."
Anthony stared at it.
The entire structure was leaning.
Dangerously.
"It adds character."
The little boy nodded thoughtfully.
"I like that."
Naturally.
Across the garden, Diana sat beside Daisy.
Drawing.
Again.
The little girl had apparently decided every
