Dad didn’t say a word until he rolled the car up onto the drive, put the handbrake on, and grunted.
Shane kept his eyes resolutely on the dashboard. He felt sick. He’d been trying not to throw up for the whole ride, and the potholes on the approach to Wheatley hadn’t helped.
“Er. Shane.”
Dad’s tone was gruff and stilted, and it caught Shane’s attention quickly.
“You, er. Good day at school?”
Shane frowned. “Um. Yeah.”
Dad cleared his throat, and Shane felt his skin prickle. Something was up. Something big, judging by the red hue beginning to flood Dad’s face.
“Shane, uh…you know…”
The throaty rumble of a second-hand car engine belonging to a third-hand car rattled down the narrow street, and Shane twisted out of the Land Rover to greet Jason with a raised arm. Jase was easy. Dad wa
