"You want me to go?" Myles asks. "I will. But first, you'll listen. Nova doesn't need a pakhan---she needs a f*****g partner. She needs someone she can talk to. And since I couldn't make you do the decent thing, yeah, I let her have some contact with her grandmother and her best friend. It was the right choice. It was the humane choice."
I slam the decanter down. The crystal doesn't shatter, but something inside me does. The careful walls I've built, the control I've maintained---it splinters like the sound I wanted to hear.
"Enough."
"No, not enough!" Myles raises his voice for the first time in as long as I can remember. "Not even f*****g close to enough! You say you want to be better than your father. You say you want to be different from him. But instead of learning from his mistake
