Chapter Eleven
Rafael showed up for his first scheduled visit carrying a bag from the city’s most exclusive toy store, the kind of place that ran on appointments and sold building sets that cost more than most people’s rent.
Kael took one look at the bag. “Is that for me?”
“It is.” Rafael crouched down, mimicking the way he had seen Amara do it, trying to get on the boy’s level without it looking like a performance. “Wasn’t sure what you are into, so I grabbed a few things.”
Kael pulled out a remote-control race car that retailed for four hundred dollars, looked at it for about three seconds, and set it back down.
“Cool,” he said, not impressed, and went right back to the dinosaur he had been playing with before Rafael even walked in.
Rafael stood there holding the empty bag, feeling
