Chapter 26
Dad’s car was in the driveway when Shane got home from school, but he didn’t appear when Shane let himself in, and there was no radio or TV yammering away while he did stuff. The silence was intimidating, and yet Shane was too tired to really care anymore. He shouldn’t have said anything, but there was no way out now.
He headed for the kitchen to stock up on juice and sneak some biscuits before locking himself in his room—it was easier there, to avoid Dad’s silences—and found it empty as well, the back door locked and Dad’s work bag on the floor instead of the table. He was home, but he was staying out of the way.
The pile of paperwork on the table caught Shane’s eye—or rather, his name scribbled in Dad’s scrawl on the top sheet did—and he edged around to squint at the pages
