My angel is a xenophobe

Keenan came into the room, smiling. “Here he is,” he said, showing his youngest child to the gathered group of team leaders. The moment Ian saw them, he began crying.

Bertram stifled a laugh. “Is he shy?” he said.

Sighing, Keenan nodded. “Looks like.” He turned Ian around. “Hey, Angel,” he said. “Did seeing all those strange people scare you?”

Ian hiccupped and nodded. The others couldn’t help but laugh. Keenan only shook his head and hugged his son.

All my life’s sleeplessness has woven

Cianan was frustrated. He’d worked so hard. He’d spent so much time – so many sleepless nights – trying to solve the problem. What did he have to show for it?

He punched a wall and cursed softly.

“That’s not going to help,” his brother said.

“I know.” Cianan sighed and turned to face his brother. “I just… all that hard work didn’t do a bit of good! He could die and they still think the director is…” he trailed off with a explosive sigh. Then he cursed again. “What was the point?”

“To try,” he said. He touched Cianan’s arm. “He wouldn’t want you beating yourself up like this and you don’t belong here anyway.”

Cianan blinked. “I thought you didn’t approve – that you didn’t like him,” he said, frowning.

“I don’t approve and I hate him,” his brother said. Then he sighed and added, “But you love him and you’re my little brother.” He leaned back against the wall. “Go to him, Cian. Whatever happens, you’ll never forgive yourself if you’re anywhere but at his side.”

Nodding, Cianan turned and hurried out of the room. The case could wait. The director could wait. Only one thing mattered now.