AFTER THEY'D gathered the kids, the elder Carters walked out to the car. They didn't say anything. They didn't have to. It was apparent in the worried look in their eyes and the lack of conversion.
A two of the children fell asleep in the car on the ride home. Samantha carried Olivia, while Nathaniel dealt with Kenneth. She was on her way out of the nursery, headed towards her own room to take a nap herself when Nathaniel stooped her.
"We have to talk," He announced starkly.
Deep down he was nervous, about where the conversation was certainly going to head to. He wasn't ready. Yet he knew they couldn't delay the confrontation much longer.
"I don't know where to start," He said after an awkward moment.
Samantha said nothing. She didn't know where to start, either. A sense of head
