“Cameron?” Jared called.
Dread rose up in Cam’s belly and his thoughts began praying... Please Pa, not now... please. “Yeah?” he called back.
“C’meer, boy.”
Cam tracked his father’s voice to the kitchen in the rear of the house and oddly enough found him sitting at the table, showered, shaven and eating. “Yeah, Pa?”
“Ya did a good job cleanin’ in here, son. Ya want somethin’ to eat?”
“No thanks,” Cam replied.
“I got some good news, boy. I was called back to work. I start tonight — graveyard shift.” His mouth was full as he spoke and he spit a little food out with his words.
“That’s great Pa,” Cam remarked, his tone flat and emotionless.
“Yup, it’s good for a man’s pride to work,” his father boasted, glancing from his bowl of... whatever it was he was eating and up to Cam. “You’re a
