Caleb
"What?" I blurted out, feeling the veins in my temples pounding with pressure.
"This isn't happening," I muttered, shocked.
"Listen carefully to what I'm about to say to you, son, this is serious." Dad's voice oozed authority.
"Jesus Christ, this isn't happening," I repeated, feeling the panic pickle beneath my skin like pins and needles.
"Caleb, did you visit Ava at all before you left?" Dad asked, deadly serious as if this was of great significance.
"What? No. I refused to see her," I answered truthfully.
"Can anyone else vouch for that?" he asked anxiously.
"Yes, Aaron ... Dad, you'd know that I didn't. Jeez, check for my scent for Christ's sake," I spat out, having taken offense to being accused.
Dad's forced breath rattled down the line. "Son, I had to ask. Look, there'
