o make another move, the h

nce Sr.

trip, a small, crinkled paper bag in his h

ightened Leo; Ethan Jr., red-faced and aggressive; Chloe, smi

vanished, replaced by

e in the room

an Sr.'s voice was a low

momentarily eclipsed by

back early! Sa

us, landed on Ethan Jr.'s outstre

han Sr. crossed the room and kicked

prawling onto the e

d on my son," Ethan Sr. b

lare, cold and hard,

ling to sit up, looking utterly bewildered. "Get on

me, then to Leo, who was now peeking out from my shoulde

for argument. "Sarah is my wife. This brave little man," he g

h the force of a hurricane, f

from red to

like she'd

t all shattered, leaving behind a