I'm a little protected for the same reason I can see ghosts and talk to them.
That's the only reason he hasn't done the same thing to me ...
yet.
You'll know when your father's being controlled, though.
Blackwood doesn't like your dad signing to you-- he can't read sign.
So if your dad's not signing to you, that's one thing to look for.
And your dad fights his control, and you can see that in his shoulders--" I broke off because Chad began gesturing wildly, his fingers exaggerating all the movements.
His equivalent of yelling, I supposed.
Corban didn't translate what Chad said, but he signed very slowly so he wouldn't be misunderstood and spoke his words out loud when he answered.
"Of course I'm your father.
I held you in my arms the day you were born and sat vigil in the hospital when you almost died the next day.
You are mine.
I've earned the right to be your dad.
Blackwood wants you alone and afraid.
He's a bully and feeds on misery as much as blood.
Don't let him win." Chad's bottom jaw went first, but before I saw tears, his face was hidden against Corban.
It wasn't the best time for Amber to come in.
"It's hot upstairs," she announced.
"I'm to sleep down here with you." "Do you have the key?" I asked.
Not that I expected Blackwood to have forgotten.
Mostly I just wanted to keep her attention and let Chad, who hadn't noticed her, have his moment with his dad.
She laughed.
"No, silly.
Jim was not very happy with you--I'm not going to help you escape.
I'll just sleep out here.
It'll be quite comfortable.
Just like camping out." "Come here," I said.
I didn't know that it would work.
I didn't know anything.
But she came.