Bob’s office. Energy coiled tight along his spine and yet his arms hung limp. Cade looked up at the dozen diplomas on Dr. Bob’s wall. How did doctors get so many more diplomas on their march through medicine than attorneys got as they traipsed through the law? A chair creaked. Wayne waited, wedged into an office chair. His bulk was so generous the chair looked as though it belonged in a kindergarten classroom and not in Dr. Bob’s office.“Sit,” Wayne said, his tone cool-edged. “You’re making me nervous.”Cade ignored his brother and turned back toward the wall. His feet moved again, eating up carpet, retracing his steps. He paused when he reached Dr. Bob’s desk and eyed the pictures of Holt and Karen—Wayne’s son and ex-wife. From where Wayne sat, he was saved the view of these photos. Karen, Dr. Bob, and Holt made a beautiful family—remarkable in their beaming smiles. There had to be pain in this for Wayne—pain and remorse and perhaps even happiness that his son had the solid love of a mother, a father and a stepfather, but definitely pain that it couldn’t be Wayne smiling out from the photo with his ex-wife and son.The office door opened and Dr.
