“Why didn’t he ever send us a birthday card in eight years?”

“Cards need an address,” I said.

“You said he has our last name,” Lucas said.

“If he wanted to find four sons, couldn’t he just look in a public directory?”

“He didn’t look,” I said.

“Because he was too busy running his defense company?” Lucas asked.

“Because he decided it was safer not to look,” I said.

Lucas looked down at his unlaced ice skates sitting on the linoleum floor between his feet.