Isabella reaches for his hand and squeezes firmly. (Not too firmly. She doesn't want to break anything. Just wants to be warm and solid and present for him.)

"And he wasn't... reformed by the disappearance of his firstborn, or by time," Delilah asks, looking at Nathaniel.

"Nathaniel grew up thinking that his father had killed Micaiah," Isabella puts in. "That seemed plausible to him."

"Nathaniel?" Delilah says.