This morning, which had started off so bright, had turned into the blackest day in Ollie’s life. He couldn’t imagine the depth of Hank’s pain.
Stacy didn’t give up. She took Addison, still kicking and screaming, through the kitchen, into the entryway, and up the stairs.
“Can’t you stop her?” Hank asked.
“What can I do?”
“You’re useless. I hate you,” Hank spat out. He turned and bolted out the door.
“Hank! Come back.” Ollie called after him. “Please!”
Both Ollie and Rose watched as he took the same path as little Addison just had, but with much more success. In seconds, he was gone.
Ollie could hear the fight—one of epic proportions—going on upstairs. Screaming. Kicking. The sound of something shattering. He knew, though, that soon quiet would descend on the house. Too much quiet. Th
