Robin’s POV

I have been doing my best to help him adjust to being without his father. Grief is strange—it creeps in even when you expect it, even when you're braced for it. And Micah, for all his stoic strength and rough edges, was grieving.

Quietly. He wouldn’t say it out loud, but I could see it in the way his shoulders tensed when no one was looking. In how he stared a little too long at nothing at all.

It seemed to be a difficult relationship for the most part, complicated in the way only family can be. Love mixed with expectation, with pressure, with years of trying and...