Birdie's POV

The three of us were sitting in the living room, Dad and Theo had a beer in their hands, and I was neatly tugged in the corner of the couch with a blanket covering me.

Dad sat next to me, but he kept his distance. Theo was on the couch opposite us, his legs spread the way they were yesterday in the car. I was listening to their conversation about a patient Dad had a few days ago. The story didn’t interest me a whole lot, but I loved watching them go on with their conversation ...