I Don't Know My Own Sons

The silence that follows after Vance storms off is thick, almost suffocating. I sit there, staring at my half-eaten plate, my heart still pounding.

Should I have waited until we were done with the trip to bring something up? No, not when they’re talking about separating our days.

I look at Ryker, who is watching me with a soft smile. It mirrors how uncomfortable I am and yet lets me know that he