Chapter Thirty-Two
They walked through the front door of Bryce’s lakeside house exactly five hours after they left. Bryce sighed heavily as he tossed his keys at the side table next to the accordion coat closet doors. They hit the table but slid off to land with a bang on the tiled entry floor.
Bryce groaned. Why does this stuff keep happening to me?
“What’s the matter?” asked Walter.
“Nothing, Dad.” Bryce slipped his arms out of his jacket and gripped the handle on one side of the bi-fold closet door. The handle came off in his hand.
“Dad!” Bryce covered his eyes with one hand. “It’s not fair!”
Walter walked over and slid the other door open and hung up his jacket and then Bryce’s. He placed a comforting hand on his son’s shoulder. “It’s okay. I understand.”
Bryce looked
