"That doesn't make it any easier to deal with, Asher. It doesn't make them any easier to deal with," Ray insisted, gesturing towards the bedroom where the twins were sleeping.

"Do you know how many times they asked to see you? They thought I was keeping you away from them." Ray pushed away from the counter, running a hand over his head, unsuccessfully trying to shake off the feeling that he was the bad guy once again. "Where's mommy, where's daddy, where's Robb, where's Bran, where's Gloria?" He looked up. "Where's Fraser? There was nobody here."