Roland made his way swiftly down the stairs. He walked into his Lile’s study. “Father?” A look of terror was on his face, wet with perspiration.
“What is it, son?” Lile replied.
Roland sucked in a huge breath. He let it out in a half sigh half whimper. “Dad, I think I hurt her! Of course, I hurt her, I didn’t mean to or anything. But she did that thing….” His hands were moving through the air as he rambled. He was shaking.
“What thing?” Lile creased his eyebrows.
“You know! That thing!!” Roland shouted.
“Roland, you’re wasting my patience. Damn it! Tell me.” Lile snapped.
A tear rolled down Roland’s cheek. “That thing that mom did.” His voice was a whisper. “With the other man, right before he shot her.” Roland stood, looking as a small child would, waiting to be punished.
Lile swal
