Chapter Thirty
Richard paced the shop that filled one side of his oversized barn. Instead of animals, the barn was littered with all sizes of power tools and metal storage chests. It was every man’s dream of a place to build, create, and come to peace with his lot in life. He sanded the cedar chest he’d made for Maggie two years ago. Until now, it had been left covered by a sheet in a corner of the shop. Engraved in the lid were their children’s names, Lily and Ryley. It had become a source of solace now for him to finish it.
The shadow that drifted in his light irritated the hell out of him. There were times he needed to be left alone, and now was one of them. “Walk away, Sam. You don’t want to talk to me right now.”
“That’s a nice piece of work. You’re good with your hands. How long d
