”Hm,” Logan says for the tenth time this morning. It’s my third day in the condo and we haven’t talked much since I moved in. She works long hours and I’ve been crazy busy with paperwork since both my brothers went out and brought in a bunch of new business to Beltane.

I try and linger at work to see if my dad will summon me, but he doesn’t. Which probably means he’s saving up for some sort of family-only confrontation.

I look ...