Chapter 10
Saturday evening, after my shift, I walked into my parents’ house for our weekly dinner and was glad to smell charred meat in the air. From the entrance, I checked the patio doors in the kitchen and spotted my father out back, cooking steaks on the grill.
“Hey, you,” my mother greeted me from the kitchen. She was at the stove and the radio was turned on to her favorite station. All oldies, all the time. She seemed in a good mood. “How was your afternoon, hon?”
My afternoon at work?
Boring. Terrible.
“Great,” I lied, as usual, not wanting to worry or upset her. “How you doing?” I slipped my sneakers off and walked into the kitchen.
She shut the burner off and hugged me tight. She was much shorter than I was, but her grip was always surprisingly powerful. “You look good,” sh
