“There you are, I’ve been looking all over for you.” Dread prickled over my skin like gooseflesh, the last voice in the world I wanted to hear assaulting me before I’d even fully closed the door to the father’s gloomy office.
I turned to see Gideon striding down the hallway; determination squared his shoulders, power in every planting of his heel on the floorboards.
Swallowing, I waited for a moment, hand slippery on the handle. Would my father have heard him speak? Would he come to the door if he had…or would he stay there and hope that his treasured stepson won the day despite how foolish that notion was?
Whatever the answer was, I didn’t hear the click of wingtips on the hardwood boards.
Stepping away so my father wouldn’t hear – but not so far that I looked like I was running fr
