Chapter Twelve
“You shouldn’t be out here,” Briggs said, standing wide-legged with his hands on his hips.
“Neither should you,” Trent replied.
“Yes, but I don’t have a sick child in the hospital.”
Trent didn’t react externally, but the guilt was a crazy ride. Adalia had taken Isaac back to hospital for a checkup this morning, and they’d have the results back in a few days. Results to tests which would determine whether his son would end up back in hospital or at home.
He cleared his throat and stared out at the scarred field.
A few months had passed since the explosion but the ground at the crash site still showed deep gouges. Burns in the grass had shriveled and new shoots had crept through, but there wasn’t a question that a tragedy had occurred there.
“Have they found anything?”
