(Tyler’s POV)
While April was thinking, I walked over and squatted down to get a look at this scorch mark for myself. She was right about the width, but what struck me was how narrow it was. It almost looked like someone took a small paintbrush and just painted a black line in the dirt.
“Any idea when Cassy'll be free to come have a look at this?” I asked, and both kids shook their heads though Winter added a “Nope. Sorry.”
I looked up at April and narrowed my eyes. That look on her face was a look any Father would dread seeing. It was the “I can do this on my own” look. Which told me she had an idea but didn’t want to involve anyone else because it was likely dangerous.
“April, no.” I said as I stood again and brushed dirt from my hands. “What? I haven’t said anything.” She said defe
