Aldo
I leaned against the hood of the old Corvette, my gaze fixed on the soft line of trees around the lake as I tried to clear my mind. Lately, my usual distractions—guns, fighting, and cars—weren’t working.
My mind kept drifting back to …
The slight rasp of a throat clearing dragged me back from whatever cloud I’d been about to drift off to. I turned up the long rear driveway towards the guesthouse to find Eli Bennett staring at his shoes as he kicked an errant stone.
Eli Bennett—my son.
“Hey, Eli.” I tried to keep my voice light, friendly. Approachable. “Whatcha doing out here?”
“I um …” His gaze flickered briefly upwards before returning to the stone at his feet. “I have a question.”
The next time he glanced up, I waved him over. Hesitantly, he closed the distance between us to
