Alexander shakes his head, his eyes burning with fierce honesty. "Never," he says, his voice a raw promise.

I run my fingers through my son’s hair, feeling the silky strands slip through my fingers. "He’s a good man, sweetie. He won’t ever hurt us. He loves us both so much. You’ve seen that since we got here, haven’t you?"

Theodore’s eyes soften, the steel in them melting away at my words. I smile gently and add, "His dad, your Grandpa Mason, is bringing ...