Chapter 11

“Fuck you!” David shouted, ending their whispering. The whole parking lot turned their attention to them.

David walked past several people with Sarah keeping up with the quick pace. David didn’t care to fill the gawking people in on what happened.

He was already looking forward, and not planning to look back.

Fuck them all! I’m never coming back home!5

The day David dreaded arrived. It’d been two days since he texted Jason and their subsequent discussion about Quinn. Today was D-Day. He’d been pacing the kitchen floor since he got Jason’s text that his plane had landed. When the doorbell rang, Quinn ran down the stairs, and opened the door.

“Daddy! Daddy!”

“How’s my little gunner doing?”

Jason Edwards hugged his son, and then quickly put him down. “You’re getting too heavy.” He nodded to David. “David.”