13 Luke- 16 Years Ago
“Jesus.” Dad always muttered whenever he dropped me off at the McElroy estate.
He was grateful for the weekends off from taking care of me so he could deepen his romance with Holly. He also thought of it as being a welcome break for me, since during the week we lived in a tiny, two-bedroom house with little privacy.
“You are making valuable friends, Luke.” He’d sigh, then look at me sternly, as if daring me to embarrass him in front of this powerful family.
“Dad, he’s lonely.” I said referring to Handsy. “Like, we won’t even…” I stopped myself from admitting it was doubtful I’d see a single member of his family all weekend. Dad would wonder at the lack of supervision. “...do much beyond riding horses and stuff.”
The McElroy house was so different from where Dad a
