There was a softness to Joey’s eyes that his father’s eyes were void of. He had his mother’s nose, I noted, and her high cheekbones, too. Similar to his sister, he had swollen, puffy lips that they had also clearly inherited from her. And sure, while they were both tall, broad, tanned, and blond, Teddy Lynch had cold, dead, emotionless brown eyes, while emerald-colored embers of fire burned in his son’s eyes. The two were like fire and ice. He had a lot more of his mother in him than anyone realized.
