" Brian. How do you handle it? Knowing what’s happening, what may happen to Fox?”
“You know, I was nineteen when Sage was born.” In the language of a man settling in for a
spell, he propped one work-booted foot on his knee. “Jo was eighteen. Couple of kids who
thought we knew it all, had it all covered. Then, you have a kid of your own, and the whole
world shifts. There’s a part of me that’s been worried for thirty-three years now.” He smiled as
he said it. “I guess there’s just more parts of me worried when it comes to Fox. And truth? It
pisses me off that he had his childhood, his innocence stolen from him. He came home that
day, his tenth birthday, and he was never a little boy, not in the same way, again.
Brian O'Dell
The Hollow "

― Nora Roberts