Karen Rose

Malgré toute cette horreur, ils devaient trouver des moyens d'atténuer le stress. Un peu d'humour y suffisait, habituellement, tant que leurs plaisanteries restaient entre eux .Mais l'humour n'était qu'un masque qui ne pouvait cacher l'horreur que temporairement.

Il y a des choses auxquelles on ne s'habitue jamais.

His son played basketball. Winters scowled. It should have been football. It always supposed to have been football.
Like me.
But it wasn't so. Still pride swelled. His son was MVP once...twice, three times; he counted the trophies. He took a step closer and quickly quelled the roar that threatened to erupt.
'Tom Stewart,' he read loud, his voice now icy. She'd changed her name and his son's. Denied his son his heritage, even his own name. 'She'll pay for that,' he muttered.