"We did. You're right." His voice is soft, tired. He wishes that the conversation could just end there, that he could be happy that everything worked out for the best and they're all fine now. That should be enough, shouldn't it?

Yet he can't shake that twisted and ill feeling, that moment where someone else had to remind him of his son.

Greg opens his eyes again, watching Steven balefully. "You're not worried? About that sort of thing happening again, I mean...?"