Sam adjusted his wire-rim glasses with his middle finger, his eyes scanning the high timber beams of the ceiling.

Henry stood with his feet shoulder-width apart like a guard, looking straight at the bronze clock on the mantel.

Lucas scuffed the toe of his right shoe on the Persian rug, while Jack stood quietly beside his brothers.

Richard walked three deliberate steps across the floor and stopped three feet in front of Henry.

He lowered his head and stared at Henry’s face for four seconds, then moved his stare to Sam, then to Lucas, and finally to Jack.

“What are their names?” Richard asked, his voice low and sharp.