Erick Muse
It has been a hell of a night. I want to leave the police station and go to the hospital with Eleanore and Leon. My baby girl and my mother were there. I should be in there with them, not here... But here was my nephew, who saved my daughter, and my son, who lost his temper when he saw his sister getting hurt.
Brad paced the station. "You and I know Peyton is not going to get out of this..." he said, and I lifted my eyebrows. I have always seen Peyton as a pretty shy kid, utterly detached from the family dynamics. I have never questioned Esther about it, but from my standpoint, it has to do with Brad. Brad was pushing him too much, too hard. "He smokes weed..." Brad huffed, and I chuckled.
"Who didn't at his age?" I chuckled, and Brad gave me a murderous glare. Damn! I had
