My unemployment check was late and the kids were all in terrible moods. Matthew still sulked from our earlier argument. I searched for a place to park, ending up in the back of the church lot. A puddle sat under my left foot when I opened the car door. "Great," I muttered....
He waited, praying, attempting to find the correct words to comfort Lydia. Sleep had escaped him last night. Memories of Charlie Westerman’s death haunted the long night. Riley’s early morning phone call commenting that it was truly blood on Lydia’s walls only caused more visions for Matthew of t...
