They retreated to the study, a cozy room lined with bookshelves and adorned with family photos. Richard sat in a leather armchair, pulling Oliver onto his lap as he did when Oliver was smaller.

“Oliver,” Richard began, choosing his words carefully, “I’m proud of you for wanting to help your friend. But I also want you to be safe. There’s always a way to help that doesn’t end with someone getting hurt.”

Oliver nodded slowly. “Grace told me that too. She said being brave is about making the right choices.”

Richard smiled, the kind of smile that emerges when you realize the people in your life are helping to shape it in the best ways. “She’s right. And you’re lucky to have her.”