And he had thrown us out into the cold, twice, and called me a con artist to my face over the body of our sleeping child.

“Go to her,” Arthur said to his grandson, and his voice was cold as the storm.

“And this time, Flynn — you close your mouth, and you listen to every word.”

Chapter 14 — Then Sit Down and Shut Up

Flynn came into the room where I was packing, and he set the real, sealed, federal document on the bed beside my son’s little duffel bag.

“My grandfather ordered a second test,” he said, and his voice was wrecked.