"Our mom died last year when Annie was eighteen. Before the accident. So she got custody of me." "Accident? It's brain damage?" The look in Rafe's eyes, the grief...It hurt just to see it, and he turned away fast, mumbling, "Yeah. It's brain damage. Point is that if anyone finds out, I'm off to a foster home and she's off to an institution. Which neither of us wants." I stepped toward him. "I'm sorry. I just..." "