Chapter 6
The house was a drug den. Or maybe…eighty percent drug den, twenty percent a…house. Not a home. It didn’t feel like one, not even with how the kids knew about where everything was, or the way there were some old markings in the kitchen doorway where once upon a time someone had measured how tall Justin had been. There wasn’t a date, just “Justin, age 9” scribbled on the wood.
Del knew enough about kids to know that Justin had been damn short for his age. Not that it surprised Del. Not with how almost-skinny and unkempt the little ones were now.
At least Justin had grown up fine. Or maybe fiiiine, like Abigail would probably say.
Seeing how much Justin struggled, how determined he was to do right by his siblings said a lot about his character. He was willing to put his own nee
