A baby in Brandon’s arms, tiny and helpless, while Brandon looked uncomfortable, impatient, like he was already thinking about work.
He found Jessica’s address online.
147 Monroe Street, Brooklyn.
Ten miles away.
His sons had been ten miles away this whole time.
The next day, Brandon went to an expensive toy store and bought three shiny gifts. Remote-control cars, a video game console, a robotic dinosaur. He chose the most expensive things because money was the only language he still knew how to speak.
The gifts sat on his dining table for two days.
