The worst time for them, had been when the twins were young, Elisha thought. When Ty and Sarah had been between nine and eleven and they'd both seen Hadyn do things that he felt probably had driven the people they'd become. Ty had his caution, and Sarah had her determination to not push herself too hard for fear that it would be like when her papa had been manic.

Those times weren't entirely gone, but the medication had stabalized Hadyn enough that Elisha no longer wondered what he might come home to.

"Well, we aren't Spades," Elisha said. "It's not even something David and Athena might have done. Besides, it's more fun to watch them live in terror - which they would," he added. "With you as Jack, me as King, and Eileen still as Ace." He wasn't under any illusions that this would end in something as civilized as imprisonment. If he caught them, he'd see them dead. If Hadyn and Jordan caught them, Hadyn would do the same. If the children caught them? Well, Elisha knew his daughter. Like him, an artist was only one piece of her that she showed the world.