BENJAMIN’S POVShadow Moon was less than an hour away. I kept my eyes on the road the whole drive, but I didn’t really see any of it.The trees, the sky, the gray asphalt stretching out in front of the car — none of it registered. The only thing I could see was a small face I’d spent three years trying to forget.The last time I saw my son, he was four years old. Small. Scared. About to find out exactly what his father thought of him.He wasn’t sick yet. He’d been healthy right up until that night. A loud kid who laughed too much, asked too many questions, and followed his mother around the house like a shadow.I destroyed him with four words.I never wanted him.I didn’t know he was in the hallway. I didn’t see him standing there in his pajamas, holding that wooden wolf, listening to every word. I didn’t see his face fall apart or watch him turn and run.Alice saw all of it.She was looking past me before I even finished talking. When I turned to see what she was looking at, her face
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