(Nathaniel)
I ended the call with Daniel and placed my phone on the desk. Charles had spent years gathering information about Amelia and Ethan because he believed my son could interfere with his plans. I wanted to know exactly how much damage he'd already caused. But Ethan was waiting downstairs, and I'd promised to spend time with him.
I found Ethan sitting on the living room floor beside several cardboard boxes. My mother had brought scissors, glue, and colored paper from the storage room. Ethan was examining the largest box when he noticed me. He immediately held up his dinosaur drawing.
"Dad, this one is going to be their bedroom," he explained, pointing at the box. "But we need another room for the baby dinosaurs." He picked up a smaller box and placed it beside the larger one. "Ca
