Chapter 5
I didn’t think anything could have scared me more than waking up to Dad cursing. I was wrong.
My eyes flew open at the unmistakable sound of Dad’s Tundra. I fell from my bed, and landed on the floor with an umph. I got to my feet, then ran down the hallway, peering into each room to make sure Dad wasn’t inside.
Of course he wasn’t. The stubborn mule was backing out of the driveway behind the wheel of his truck.
“Dad!” I shouted, throwing open the back door and rushing out with bare feet. The wooden floorboards of the deck dug into my skin, but I didn’t stop. I raced down the planks, holding up my hands in panic.
“Dad!”
He didn’t hear, or didn’t listen. He got to the end of the driveway and put the car into drive, without even a look in my direction.
Then he was gone.
“f**
