Noah had to be to work at seven, so he was getting clean and dressed, and then I would take him over to his parents’ to pick up his car. Then he was going to head to work, I was going to go home, and he promised to show up and crawl in bed with me when his shift was over at seven tomorrow morning. I was lounging, waiting for him to be done, when there was a knock on the door. I didn’t worry about answering it, knowing Noah wouldn’t mind.
I was not expecting his father to be on the other side of the door.
Sam Mastriano was a man of few words. I didn’t know if that was his natural state or in response to his very talkative wife. Either way, he only spoke when it was necessary or when he had something to say. But he never shied away from the important stuff, and when he spoke, we all knew t
