How long they slept, Dillon wasn’t sure, but it was nearly dark outside when the sounds of loud knocking woke him up. Careful not to wake Jamie, he slid out of bed and grabbed a clean pair of jeans from the closet.
Pulling them on, he walked into the living room, wincing when a small piece of glass they’d missed in their cleaning bit into his bare foot. Hopping towards the door, Dillon pulled it open and came face to face with his parents.
Douglas Carver was his usual, disinterested self, looking at Dillon with a mixture of speculation and contempt. It was Angela who took over, her voice sympathetic and soothing.
“Oh, Dillon, thank god you’re all right. You father and I were worried sick.” It wasn’t until she’d pushed her way past Dillon and into the apartment that he realized she and
