Chapter Two
Javvy
“Where have you been?”
The question was fired out at me like a spray of buckshot. Dad’s words shouldn’t have stopped me cold in my tracks. After all, he always sounded indignant, furious, and condescending.
Yet, like the trained poodle he designed me to be, I stopped and turned to face him through the study doors which were conspicuously open.
Since when was the iron door ever ajar, let alone open? I couldn’t remember a time in my life that I had ever seen the double doors leading into my father’s private man cave open. Certainly not both of them as if he was airing out the smell of a dead body. I wouldn’t put it past him, and I didn’t have a good feeling.
“Work. You should try it some time,” I shot back, and his blue-grey eyes hardened into sheets of ice, which was
