Chapter 31Jeremy heard his parents fighting. From upstairs he couldn't understand the words, couldn't place the context. His father yelled. Something slammed against something. A fist against the wall? A palm on the tabletop?
He stood at the bottom of the staircase, peeked around and into the kitchen. Sweaty hands held on tight to the railing post, his cheek resting against white knuckles. Cold tears rolled from his eyes. Blinking only blurred his vision.
His mother sat in a chair at the kitchen table with hands folded in her lap.
“How could you do this? How could you do this to me? To us? To Jeremy?” His father had his back to the door. His arm was up, hand planted on the cupboard. He leaned his weight on his arm, head dropped, deflated. “I just—I just don't get it.”
“It's not what yo
