Everything in my world is piling up.
Plus, after what I witnessed at the Pearson house, I’m not sure I want to put myself in such a dangerous position again. What if Dad had gotten hurt? What if I’d seen it happen?
I almost put my phone away.
Then, all of a sudden, the decision about what to do next becomes very simple and very clear. Just do whatever means the most to you.
Dad does his job. Always. In fact, he’s back on the job today.
Maybe it’s in my DNA.
I’m out the kitchen door.
I’m on my way to Garrison’s.
I’ll let you know how it goes.