But Matt knew Ash wasn’t really going to be in the yard waiting for him tonight. He pressed his hands against the glass and squinted. Something had moved…it was a dog. He closed his eyes. A hand rested on his shoulder.
“Maybe tomorrow,” Jon-Allen whispered.
* * * *
“Dayna and Kevin, get down here!” Tom bellowed at the foot of the stairs.
It was Friday morning. The kids hadn’t done their chores when he and Jean got home Tuesday so he’d just left them upstairs.
“I don’t understand why nothing works with these two,” he said.
Jean sat on the couch, sipping coffee. “You beat them within an inch of their lives and you pulled up your daughter’s shirt—”
“I did not!” Panic filled his body and he walked over to Jean with clenched fists. “I didn’t do anything to her.”
“Liar,” she said shakily.
Tom punched the wall. Plaster cracked and sprinkled to the floor.