“Maybe Wyatt learned to look away,” Gabriel said.

“Then he has a responsibility to unlearn it,” I replied.

“Our daughter will not be asked to live with the consequences while he decides whether to change.”

We sat in silence for a while.

Rain tapped against the glass.

From down the hall came the faint sound of Piper talking in her sleep.

Gabriel smiled sadly.

“She sounds like you,” he said.