Chapter One
There ought to be a word for watching one of the hardest moments of your life play over and over on repeat. Oh yeah…there was one, Griffin thought as he slid into a seat next to his father. It had four letters and began with H.
Griffin’s very own personal hell right up there on the big flat screen in the media room at Rocky Peak Lodge.
The good news was that this viewing had an audience of one. The bad news? That audience was “Mad Max” Rockwell.
“Know how many times I’ve watched this?” Max demanded with his trademark scowl.
“I guess the classics never get old.”
“Don’t sass me. I’m in a bad mood.”
Which could describe most days of the week.
“How could that be a classic?” Max complained. “It doesn’t make any sense, no matter how many times I watch.”
Griffin stretched his
