“Stop,” Wyatt says into my ear. “Fucking stop. You’re scaring her.” That makes me pause. I’m about to ask who I’m scaring when out of the corner of my eye, I see Mac, clinging to Aubree, tears flowing down her cheeks . . . fucking shaking. Oh fuck. Realization sets in. She saw that. She saw all of that. She saw what I saw as a child, an angry man using his fists rather than his words.
