“Huh.” Pete consumed a bite of meatloaf, processing this. “So you spend a lot of time over there? Running the business?”
“Oh…” Holly glanced at John, and back at John’s father. “I don’t spend much time there day to day…of course I’m present for Foundation meetings and I approve every project…but no, I’ve always thought it was better off run by experts, and I’ve been so busy otherwise…”
This time John’s father only grunted.
Holly bit a lip. “I suppose I could find more time to visit in person?”
Not with those memories. Not with those brutal ghosts. No. Ryan said it aloud, “No.”
Holly’s foot tapped his in gratitude.
“Guess kids who run around exploding cities don’t learn much in the way of real life,” Pete observed, and drank more beer.
“Dad,” John snapped.
“No,” Holly said, very sma
