The light in the kitchen was on, which Ryan figured meant another long evening of extended, deep silences filled with regret and possibly blame, and bad TV to look forward to. A part of him wanted to get back in the truck and keep driving.
He found his dad alone in the kitchen, listening to a baseball game on the radio. Lady rushing past him to get to the food bowl made him look up.
“Why aren’t you watching the game on TV?” Ryan asked, then poured some fresh kibble into s***h’s bowl for Lady.
“Mom’s sleeping on the couch,” his father said, and turned off the radio. Ryan would’ve preferred him to turn the volume up instead.
George Connor had never been a large man, but he had lost so much weight lately that his jeans and hoodie hung off him as though they were at least three sizes too b
