“Why do you think he’s acting out?” I pour the margarita mix and tequila into the blender.
“Well, I imagine it’s preteen hormones.”
“Already? He’s only nine.”
“I think so. He’s asked about his daddy since he was four. However, I get the feeling he’s bitter or envious he doesn’t have one and his friends do. He’s at that age where he needs a father figure, and nothing I say or do is good enough.”
“Oh no.” I frown.
After Gabe, her husband and my cousin, died and my brother, Noah, went to prison for the accidental homicide, her entire world was rocked. So was my family’s. In fact, the whole town was shocked. That was almost ten years ago, and she’s still picking up the pieces. Owen wasn’t born yet and has never met his father. Though Gabe wasn’t a great husband, I think he would’ve been a
