"No," Carver whispers, his eyes closed so tight it hurts. Don't you fucking cry, he tells himself furiously. Be steady for him. Stand up straight. He can feel Bossie crying, feel how badly he's shaking, and Carver just holds him tighter. Trying to shield him against something that's already happened.

He thinks, or fears, that Bossie knows. That the kid already lived through it.

"I won't, you did everything right. You did everything right, David."