Chapter 15

Henry got up and stood by him, his arms going around his father’s neck. I understood. I would have done the same thing.

“Why? You aren’t a contractor or an architect, are you? You’ll know better what to do next time.” I said. I’d been sucked into their lives just as they’d been in mine. I wanted more than anything to help them.

“No, my dad’s not an architect,” Henry said. “He’s a world-famous game designer.” The boy held his dad tighter and glared at me like I should have known who his father was.

“Henry,” Christopher chided him softly. “Frank doesn’t need to know what I do. He’s being incredibly kind to us. He could have kicked us out last night.”

“Then if you’re not a contractor or architect, why do you feel like a failure? Someone deliberately duped you.” I wanted to know how he could blame himself for something he didn’t know about and didn’t understand.