I forced a smile, but my throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton; I couldn't manage a laugh. Harmony? The harmony I'd gained at the cost of my son's life—he doesn't even deserve to talk about it!
Before he could say anything more, the door to the lounge was suddenly pushed open, and Zeke toddled in with his short legs, grabbed Liam's leg, and said in a spoiled tone, "Daddy, didn't you say you were going to get me a limited edition Transformers? Take me to see it!"
Liam instantly dropped all pretense, his eyes filled with doting affection. He bent down and picked Zeke up, not even sparing a glance for me or Leo, and coaxed softly, "Okay, Daddy will take you to get it. Zeke can have anything he wants." With that, he turned and left with Zeke in his arms, the force of the door slamming shut so strong that the walls trembled slightly.