“That was a close shot,” Tasha muttered over and over to herself, her hands gripping the edge of the kitchen table. Her knuckles already turned white with fear. It was in that state that Grant walked into the kitchen through the backdoor.
He noticed her mood immediately as he walked in.
“Hey,” she turned around to greet him and turned her back to the door again quickly.
“Are you okay?” Grant asked as he walked up and stood beside her.
“What's wrong?” He looked into her eyes, brushing her hair out of her face.
“It…,” she tried to swallow the lump at the back of her throat. “It's Blake,
Tyson's father. He called and…”
“Mom,” Tyson burst into the kitchen at that moment, making Tasha stop mid-sentence. “When are we going to make the pizza?”
“You are back!” He said to Grant and ran
