“We could leave,” Alex suggested, hope in his voice even though he knew it wasn’t a valid option. That would only piss his dad off even more. He knew, given everything, that Michael thought he knew what his dad was capable of, but he was a lot more insidious than hitting people with hammers. He always managed to find the right leverage to get his way.

“Just hit the road and go anywhere, even if it’s just for the summer.”

He liked the idea of spending months with Michael, getting to know him, really know him outside of this electric chemistry they seemed to have. He only really knew what he’d heard about him at school and that he was friends - no, family - with Max and Isobel.