When I looked across the living room, Leo was sitting quietly at the table. Unlike his sister, he didn’t seem excited about the news from the docks. He was staring at his hands, his little forehead wrinkled as he fiddled with the broken cover of his old laptop, the same one that had suddenly stopped working a few nights earlier while he was busy with his computer projects.
Seeing him struggle quietly hurt me more than anything Damian Wolfe could do to me. The twins would turn six in just a few days, and more than anything, I wanted to buy Leo a new laptop for his birthday.
I sat beside him. “Are you still thinking about that computer?”
He shrugged. “I’m trying to figure out what went wrong.”
“Can it be repaired?”
“I don’t think so.” He turned the laptop slightly, checking the damaged
