"Yeah?" Hadyn said with a bit of a nervous laugh. "I can't believe it either. Considering..." All the things that Dominick had ever done to him over the years. There had to have been a time, once, that maybe their father had cared. Just a little.

"Well, I guess you can write me out of the will and we'll both stop pretending there is more than blood shared between us." Hadyn said in what he thought was a reasonable tone. Only he couldn't bring himself to look at Dominick. Not really. He would track the man's movements, but his eyes never reached his father's face. No more than they had when he was a child.

"He makes me happy, you know. If you cared about that...."