Chapter 10
It was mid-morning, the minute hand creeping its way ever closer to noon. Daniel peered at the door, willing it to swallow up Matthew, apprehension sparking off his nerves. Despite his forlorn whimpering to Heidi a few hours ago, he wanted to avoid a face to face with Matthew. He could already feel the heat coloring his cheeks red. How did he go about facing this man he’d known most of his life and had loved in silence for just as long?
“Daniel, please, we need to talk.”
No conversation in the course of history that started out with those words had ever gone right.
Yet he took the few steps to the door, letting out a measured breath, which ended with a hiccup-whimper-sob combo, and pulled it back. Matthew stood on the small porch, Roscoe seated at his side. A chill passed ov
