I sat at the back of the car, holding on to Dean, unsure of what to do - or even, how to go about this whole sudden turn of events.
"Mom, is Dad going to be back soon?. He has been gone for long now", Dean raised his head, his blonde curls falling down his petite face. He had his backpack resting on his lap and seemed engrossed with his lego toys.
I smiled gently, stroking his head while nodding mine. How was i supposed to tell the kid that his father was possibly engaged in a physical brawl with someone else at the moment?.
It didn't sound like an appropriate answer to give to a nine year old.
I parted my lips, trying to seize the moment to reassure the kid when i heard the door on the driver side open before slamming shut.
I raised my head, my eyes lingering on the dashboard. Richa
