Chapter 12

“You are still fairly new to all this.” Eddie’s voice was kindly enough, but no more forgiving than Rafi had been apologetic. “Oh, yes, I looked you up in some detail. I can’t help being concerned about your intentions, after all.”

“Intentions?”

“You have to understand, Julian is like a son to me. I raised him from the age of thirteen, when his parents were killed in a car accident.”

“Oh…that must have been difficult.”

“Yes, he can indeed be very difficult,” Uncle Eddie said, somewhat mistaking Rafi’s meaning. “But we’re family, and for a long time, we were all each other had. Even now—I have Christian, but it’s different.” He shook his head, pulling a bandage out of the kit. “I miss the boy Julian used to be. So sweet, so affectionate. Perhaps it’s Hollywood that got to him, but he’s…not like that now.”

Despite himself, Rafi softened a bit toward the man. “I don’t think he’s so bad,” he said, unsure if he meant it or not.