“It’s not your fault.” My voice was vicious, almost savage, as I spoke into his ear. “This is not your fault, Brody. And no one is taking us away from you. No one is ever taking anything away from you. I swear to you, on my life, on Shea’s life: I will never let him near you again. I swear, I swear to fucking God, Brody, you’re safe from him. You’re safe.”
You tell him, dad. Go all Father Bear, protect your boys.
