History might repeat itself

Athan noticed something was off with his younger brother, Knox. The usually cheerful and lively Knox seemed distracted and distant after Azrael dropped him and their kids to the estates. It was fortunate that his mother, Geraldine, already left.

If not, Knox will be bombarded with questions about the other kid, Aresh, and she will jump to conclusions even before hearing the answer. 

After dinner that evening, Athan decided to approach him.

"Hey, Knox, can we talk for a minute?" Athan asked, his tone gentle but concerned.

Knox looked up, surprised by the sudden question. "Sure…but about what?"