David made a sound so harsh, so bitter, that it took Anton’s breath away. “Guess I should’ve known,” he said. “Known what?” “Pappy used to say blood is thicker than water. It always wins, blood.” Anton felt a slow burn creeping onto his cheeks. “What does that even mean? You think I’m siding with my—my birth mom—because of blood? How convenient that must be for you, Dad. It lets you off the hook completely, doesn’t it?”
