“Your mom told me what happened right before you enlisted. She told me about your father.” “Waya was my father,” Raylan says at once. “I know!” I say quickly. “That’s what I meant.” Raylan looks at me with a strange expression. “I’m surprised she told you. She doesn’t like to talk about that. Obviously.” He gives a short, mirthless laugh, totally unlike his usual laugh. “Since I never heard about it for eighteen years.” “You belong here,” I say. “I just wanted you to know . . . that I understand that.” Raylan looks pained. His voice is tight. “Does every family have an ugly history?” “Mine
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