I Came Home Early For My Daughter’s Birthday

my heart pounding against the little device in my pocket.

“Peterson,” he whispered the name. “He was just supposed to give me a ride. I told him to wait in the car. I was just going to grab the jewelry and go.”

He started to unravel, the whole pathetic story pouring out. Peterson had gotten impatient. He saw Daniel’s fear and exploited it. He followed continue reading …