We’re your family.

We made a terrible mistake — a terrible mistake — we were grieving too, in our own way, we weren’t thinking straight —” “You were thinking perfectly straight,” I said.

There was no heat in it.

That was the thing I noticed, even as I said it — that the old anger had burned down to something quieter and more final.

“You looked at me that morning and you did the math, the way you always do.

You decided I was weak, and you decided I was broke, and you decided that Niko’s whole life came to less than the price of Cato’s car.