He turned his agonized face towards his mother, sure that she would be screaming at him again, but her face wasn't twisted in anger, puzzlement was in her eyes, and a slight frown pulled at her mouth and forehead. He swallowed and tried to think of something more to say, but no more words would come. His fight with Daniel, the screams of his mother replayed in his mind, and anguish tore at his insides. He turned and ran out of the building, bumping against the young woman and knocking her aside in his rush.
Outside he pulled in a lungful of fresh air unsullied by soap and humans and swung over the porch railing to land in front of MacDonald. He looked up, still trying to pull more air into his chest that was now too constricted to breathe either in or out.
Something in his eyes or face m
