On Saturday, Drew hurried through his visits with his patients. Thankfully, nothing new had been added to his caseload since then, and shortly after noon he handed off his paperwork to the medical assistant for filing and headed to his dad's house to meet his brother. Parking carefully along the slippery curb, he trudged through a new fall of slushy November snow, past the old maple in the front yard, the tire swing hanging forlornly from its n***d branches. It had been many years since a child had played here.
He let himself in, hung up his coat, and took off his messy boots, leaving them in the entryway. He could hear voices from the living room; Dad's familiar baritone along with a low, dark, intense male voice and, surprisingly, a woman. Drew approached the room.
His dad perched on t
