Julius sat at his desk slowly paging through the photo album his father gave him. He couldn’t stop staring at the images of Macey and the babies. Guilt gnawed at him every minute. He should have been there. Macey should never have gone through her pregnancy alone. He should have listened to her, paid attention. He hadn’t even known she wanted to go back to school.
“Julius. Jules. Jules!”
He jerked to attention at his brother’s entreats. March watched him with concern. Ever since they left their father’s office, Julius paged through the album over and over again. It was clear his brother’s thoughts were spiraling into guilt and regret.
“I know what you’re thinking, but maybe this is a good thing.”
“How is this good?”
“You’ve been worried about Macey for six years, not kno
