That night after dinner, we all played board games. Of course, Frank was as good as his brother, but he let the boys win plenty. Felix seemed happier than I’d ever seen him. Even the day I came home to him after serving reduced time for burglary, having to do with his insurance investigation several years ago couldn’t match the joy Felix evinced at finally having the answers he’d wanted most of his life.
I didn’t begrudge the man for this. I smiled at him whenever he caught my eye, joined in the conversations around me, and tried to act as I normally would. Maybe I just needed to come to terms with having to share Felix for the first time ever.
When everyone retired for the night, Felix talked about Frank nonstop. It was “Frank this” and “Frank that” as he got ready for bed. Once the lig
