My Son Brought

the hell is going on with you?”

Caleb got out slowly on the passenger side.

My father glanced at him, then back at me.

“Inside,” he said.

“No.”

His eyebrows rose.

“Excuse me?”

“We can talk here.”

“It’s freezing.”

“Then talk fast.”

Caleb stood beside the car, silent.

My father’s nostrils flared.

“Your mother is beside herself.”

“Then she should sit down.”

His face continue reading …