Kelvin didn’t come. Not that day, not the next. And deep down, I knew why. I might have forgiven him, but Liam hadn’t. Kelvin wasn’t foolish enough to walk into a house where forgiveness hadn’t yet been extended both ways.

That night, before Liam could sneak into Sophia’s room the way he had done every evening since she was born, I brought it up.

“Liam,” I said quietly, sitting up in bed. “What are you planning to do about Kelvin?”

He went still, then turned, his gaze dark ...