Whitefish River the hamiltons move uptown

It wasn't okay. It would never be okay. So long as what had happened had happened (that obviously would never change) it wouldn't be okay, and they'd both have to live with it. But they'd both have to move on, too, and he was here to help.

I'm here, Verx vowed, his voice quieter than it had ever been before. I'm not leaving again. It's okay if you don't believe me, but I promise. I promise.

Only death. He was fucking serious. Because laying here with Dragomir had hammered home quite well that he'd failed his kids, and he couldn't keep going on failing his kids, not while he was alive. Not while they were around to protect.