You had to talk to him.

Lately, he hadn't stopped pressuring Ethan with tennis (not to mention his studies). You saw it—Rafe was inconsistent with what his actions were doing to your son, and you couldn't let him continue down that path. Not with him.

Since Ethan's birth, he had been the father of the year; he took care of changing his diapers, feeding him when you were too tired, playing with him, and, most of all, loving him, loving him like no one else did. But as the years passed, and with that, Ethan grew older, his behavior changed a bit; he was no longer the loving father I knew, but rather somewhat serious, distant, and even cold toward him. He reminded you of him. Of how Ward Cameron had always treated his son, and, in some moments when Ethan and he interacted, you saw in Rafe the image of his father.

“It’s for his own good,” Rafe replied, sounding dismissive when you brought up the subject. He was sitting on the counter stool, using his computer, presumably working on some work stuff.