“It always seems so easy for him when it comes to James. Izzy and Sebastian, too. They get everything, and I can’t always manage a measly hug. Because apparently, it’s such a hardship to be my father. Even when I do something cool, it doesn’t matter, because James did it first.” I frown. “But that’s football. It’s not even the same sport.” “Doesn’t matter.” “I doubt—”
