“He always seemed uncertain of us.” Donnelly frowns. “What do you mean?” I stare off at the road, illuminated by the headlights. “I saw how animated he became around Eliot and Tom and the other Cobalts. Like their futures were glowing embers, something to stoke, something that could burn bright.” I blink, staring at my lap. “But with me and my brothers and sister—it felt like our paths were too dark to even touch.” I look at him.
