It was one-thirty in the afternoon when I finally made it to the house.
“Rhys?” I called out, once I unlocked the front door with the spare key I still had. Dad hadn’t changed the locks.
“In the basement,” he replied, his voice faint since he was downstairs. I locked the door behind me and walked by the staircase into the kitchen. I dumped my belongings on the table, and hung my suit jacket over the back of the chair. I noticed the kitchen was clean, Rhys’s doing, I was certain. Dad had never washed a dish in his life.
I walked back into the hallway toward the door that led to the basement. I went downstairs to find Rhys picking up beer cans and stashing them in a garbage bag.
“What are you doing here? Don’t you have work?” he asked as he continued working.
“Boss said I could go on ac
