Friday had come too quickly as far as Jarod was concerned. It was good in the respect that it’d be over soon. But he wasn’t kidding himself—he knew the day would drag, taking with it Ty’s calm.
Stopped at a red light, Jarod watched Ty out of the corner of his eye. He sat quietly, his shoulders hunched over, his hands clutched on his lap, and his left leg bounced. His thoughts obviously on their final destination. All morning his actions had been the same. Ty had remained closed in on himself, not speaking more than three words since waking up.
The light turned green, and Jarod’s gaze focused back on the road, and his thoughts traveled to the night before. They’d been up until late talking. Ty had again apologized for storming out of the house the other day and agreed to go to the police
