moonsickness

He never properly mourned his parents. From the moment he returned from their funeral, he forced himself to shove it down and lock it away. There had been no time to fall apart when he spent every moment as a teenager mastering different fighting styles and studying criminal psychology and devouring law books. He’d also managed to get the hang of forensics before he entered high school. But Peter is still pushing, and he won’t quit until he’s satisfied. “Start small. What did he do for a living?” Neal stops. Peter is a few paces ahead of him before he notices. “My dad was a doctor.”