TrinaTrina sat down on the couch and pulled her knees to her chest. She had just got Willow down for a nap after a morning of toddler-tantrums. Out of despair, she called her brother. “Ty, do you know where he is? He’s not answering his phone.” She’d been calling Sam since yesterday. “I just need to know he’s okay.”
“Tri, he’s fine. He’s a big boy, and he’s not stupid. He loves you and Willow more than anything. You know he’d never do anything to hurt you.”
Deep down, she knew that he’d never purposely talk to her like that. He hadn’t had any control over what was coming out of his mouth that night. The pain meds had worn off, and he’d given them up cold turkey. Partly for his career, but mainly for their family.
“But did you find him? Is he okay?”
“Yes. He’s fine. Just where I thought
