Eric stares out the window, as if an answer as to why he didn’t tell Christopher sooner is written in the sky. Donovan sits with his head nearly in his lap, remembering his own parental betrayal, knowing that more looms around the corner, no matter what we learn.

Christopher doesn’t deserve this pain. Never in the thirteen years I have known him has he ever lost his temper in such a wild fashion. This level of fire is uncharacteristic, and I worry for him. He sits shrunken in a reading chair, the red in his downturned face slowly subsiding, yet his anger still smolders. Is the hiding of his face caused by shame for his actions or embarrassment that the truth has surfaced?