Chapter 11
Ollie wondered where Hank was. He had been home now for a couple of hours and still, Hank had not shown up. Exhausted from the long day, Ollie told himself he should just crawl into bed with the book he was reading. He’d be asleep after fewer than a couple of pages.
But he felt like a worried parent—or lover. The house was quiet. Rose and Addison slumbered peacefully in their shared room. Ollie had looked in on them when he had gotten back from Mike’s. He had crept into the room and stared down, smiling, at the little girl. She referred to herself sometimes, comically, as a “fierce b***h,” and the fact was, even at four, she really was. But here, asleep with her thumb in her mouth and a purple teddy bear she called Violet tucked under her arm, there was no evidence of fiercene
