He didn’t look at Claire.

He kept his focus entirely on Eli and Owen, studying the brass hardware resting against their chests.

He checked his heavy silver watch, pushing his white cuff back with a quick, nervous motion.

It was a gesture Claire remembered from hospital waiting rooms and late-night arguments.

“I wanted to come over and offer my personal congratulations,” Daniel said.

He used the same measured, corporate phrasing he used in boardrooms.

The boys didn’t move.