Shane looked quickly over his shoulder, hoping the kids weren’t seeing this—Oh, God, Asher, please don’t be watching—but if he was, Shane knew what he’d want his son to see, his father standing up to the bullies and baseball players of the world, standing up to the demonic hordes, and maybe, just maybe, it was never too late to be a better Charlton, and maybe, if you could be born again, you could also be born again . . . again,
