Nathan’s pov

I saw a wave of anger pass across his face.

“What’s that even supposed to mean?” He asked, his voice controlled.

“I don’t have to explain myself to you,” I said, turning my back on him. “Not about this.”

“You think you’re the only one who misses them?” Daniel said, his voice rising again. “Of course, you were their golden boy but you sure as hell aren’t the only one who was hurt. You aren’t. They were killed horribly. Any child would miss them too. But ...