Shawn
When I arrived at David’s house this morning to pick him up for school, he didn’t come right out. I waited in the driveway, and after about five minutes, I honked the horn.
I knew his dad wasn’t there; he had already gone to work. So, after another five minutes with no sign of David, I sensed something was wrong.
I turned off the car and walked to the front door. I tried the doorknob, and luck was on my side—it was not locked.
Stepping into the house, I called out David’s name, but he didn’t answer. What the hell is going on? Did he leave and forget to tell me he didn’t need a ride?
I went up the stairs to David’s room. I opened the door, and there he was, lying in bed, asleep.
The only time I know David can sleep through noise is when he’s drunk. A bad feeling settled in my st
