Chapter 13: The House on the Water

We didn't stay in the compound. Dante bought a house on the north shore, low and white, with a lawn that ran straight down into the sea, and he moved his headquarters ninety minutes away so he'd be home by six. He was home by six. Every night, for eleven years. Leo grew up first. He was always going to. At fifteen he was taller than me, at seventeen taller than his father, and he took his exams at a school where nobody knew his surname because I insisted and Dante — after a two-day war...