Chapter 35Jarod stared at the man, lost in his eyes. Ty’s eyes. The inflection of confusion in the man’s gaze brought Jarod back to the here and now.
“Mr. Brannigan?”
“Yes. Can I help you?” The man’s eyebrows drew together, and uncertainty lingered in his stare.
“I’m Jarod Weston. A friend of your son Ty—ah—Tyler.”
Mr. Brannigan’s stance became rigid, and his grip on the door turned white-knuckled. “He’s not here right now.”
Jarod hated the pain he saw in the man’s gaze. He’d seen it before. Usually when Ty thought about his mom.
“I know he’s not here. That’s why I am. Tyler’s missing.”
The man repositioned his stance, while his grip remained tight on the door. “I know.”
“You don’t understand.”
Ty’s dad opened his mouth, appearing ready to argue, and Jarod stopped him before he ha
