“No, Fank.”
“Liam…How much have you heard?” Then, as always, Frank pulled back. “In order for you to thrive…”
“Too much.” Liam jerked away. He turned to run, rearing back when he almost collided with his father—with Vaughn. He stumbled. His arms whirled like propellers, and his feet slipped from beneath him. Before Vaughn could grab for him, even if he would have had the strength to stop it, Liam fell into the open grave Frank had just dug.
“Liam!” Frank crumbled to the ground and stared down at him. “Liam!” There was little else he could do but yell his name, as the man he loved panicked, jerking and twisting in the dirt after the initial thud. “I’ll get the ladder.”