His father was a bastard.
Ever since their mother had died he had become distant, scouring old texts. He had moved them out of the old family home and started leaving them in hotels.
He was ten now, but he had been taking more care of Sammy than John had.
It was almost as if John blamed Sam for what had happened to Mary.
"Dee?"
He turned and looked at Sam, "What Sammy?"
"Can you help me?"
They had both been to a few schools but they were constantly in home schooling. There was no way he was having Sam fall behind in his studies. He expected the best of those around him, and if he had to sacrifice his own schooling for Sam to have a chance to shine, he'd do it in a heartbeat.
The brat was his fratellino and he wanted him to be able to avoid the darkness in the world, the darkness that their bastard of a father insisted on dragging them into.
He would not allow it.
AN: fratellino- little brother