“Izzy, I’m going to need you to step back,” Nate warned, in a low, lethal tone I’d never heard before. “Nate?” There had to be a way to postpone whatever confrontation was looming until they buried his mother, wasn’t there? “Please.” He didn’t take his eyes off his father. I did as he asked, retreating a handful of steps for that very reason. If Nate wouldn’t look away from his father, it meant he’d been given grounds not to in the past.
