The Predator Behind His Mask

Summary

There are three men in my life who blush with delightful ease.

First, there is my husband, Declan—a man of strict upbringing, rigid routines, and a stoicism so thick it feels like a physical wall. Then, there are our two sons, who inherited his exact brand of solemn, miniature-adult seriousness.

Teasing the three of them—watching the tips of their ears burn a violent shade of pink while they desperately try to maintain their composure—is the absolute greatest joy of my life.