Michael Sullivan was named by and after his immediate uncle. The one that was too unfortunate to have died before his parents. The one rarely mentioned. It never bothered him that his own father didn't name him and his mother left the important details to an uncle but as he grew, he began to thank his mother for her nonchalance in regards to his name.
Sullivan knew he couldn't have possibly lived with a name given by his father.
Sullivan's tone was lethal as he spoke, pronouncing each syllable with utmost importance. As if he needed her to get the severity of what has been done.
Even the way he said her name was different. It carried weight. Not the one that fluttered her stomach with sweet. But the sort that made her insides turn with the warning that she might need to rush to the toilet.
