Briar
“You have five minutes, and if I think the wind’s blowing funny, I’m coming in there and we’re leaving, okay?”
I sighed, “Yes, Sev.”
“Mommy, where is this?” Cass asked from the backseat.
I would have rather my son not know what this house meant or ever knew its location.
“It’s not very important, honey. I just need to get something really quickly.”
“Can I come?” Cass asked.
“You’re going to stay with me, buddy. We’ll talk about everything you’d like for your birthday.”
Cass pouted. The idea of presents wasn’t good enough for him. I slipped out of the car. I didn’t wait for the caregiver to answer the door; I just walked in.
I walked into a mess of feminine giggles. I grimaced as I stumbled onto a scene of my father, shirtless, reading a newspaper while a cigarette burned i
