Scotty McDermott opened the front door of the house. He knew what Eric drove and knew why he was there. Scotty took long strides down the front walk, past the manicured lantana baking in the black mulch to the street. Eric threw it in drive and floored it before Scotty could approach. It must wait another day but sooner or later Eric had to make good on this half of his fate.
“That’s right you son of a b***h. Run.” Scotty slowed his pace and checked the mailbox as if that was his original intention. A stack of hospital bills were pulled out, just another gut punch when the trainer had already thrown in the towel. Usually, he would have to call Vanessa back into the house as she would follow him out and find some scent or stray chipmunk to chase into the bushes as the nub of her tail flutt
