Billy’s POV
The next morning, I dragged myself downstairs in search of the one thing standing between me and murder.
Coffee.
Lots of it.
I needed at least three cups before I was going to be anywhere near rational enough to deal with my son.
Preferably four.
Because after the night I’d just had, Josh was living on borrowed time.
I made my way into the kitchen, poured myself a cup, and sat at the dining table.
Twenty minutes later, I was working my way through my third.
I was just beginning to feel human again when Jamie and Celeste walked into the kitchen.
I watched as Jamie immediately went into husband mode.
He pulled out Celeste’s chair for her, helped her sit down carefully, then made his way to the kitchen bench.
Coffee for himself.
Hot chocolate for Celeste.
He brought
