Chapter Fourteen
The doorbell rang just as Gabriel pulled on his jeans in the quiet house. It was the middle of the day, and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been there alone.
“Just a minute,” he called, walking barefoot while pulling on a long-sleeved shirt, his hair still damp from the shower.
When he pulled open the door, blasted by the cold, he took in his dad standing there in a black coat, his breath steaming, with an expression that said there was something on his mind.
“Hey, Dad. Didn’t know you were coming by.” He shivered in the cold, looking out at the snow and the light of day.
“Wanted to check on you, have a talk after last night,” Andy said. “You didn’t really say anything when you and Elizabeth came to pick up Shaunty. In fact, I expected to hear something about
