Downstairs, Robert stared at Jess, his mouth open.
“You actually witnessed him doing drugs?” He felt a tightness in his chest and felt like he wanted to cry. He suddenly wished Jess wasn’t thrusting irrefutable evidence in his face. “I mean, are you sure? Maybe you were mistaken?” Please, please, please let there be a logical explanation…a trick of the eye.
Robert sat on the couch, wanting to bury his head in his hands. Jess stood above him, breathing hard, fire flashing in her eyes. She was angry, furious, and it was part of the mothering urge she had for him. Where did that come from? Was it some vestige of Keith, now looking out for him?
“Well, I didn’t actually see him snort anything—or smoke anything, but I think the evidence was pretty conclusive. There were huge lines of white po
