Lucas Harrigan was four years old and full of life. He had the kind of smile that made strangers grin back, the kind of laugh that echoed in the room and made others swoon. To his parents, James and Kiara, he was their entire world— but only when they weren’t fighting.
The Harrigans weren’t bad people. They loved their son dearly. But they had fallen out of love with each other somewhere along the way, and their resentment lingered like steam in a sealed room. Arguments were daily. Loud voices, slammed doors, sharp words. Lucas had grown used to it.