arms.

“That’s convenient.”

Dad looked at him.

“And what exactly are you so proud of? You fix cars.”

“I do.”

“At least Eric had a real career.”

Eric shook his head.

“Richard, stop.”

But Dad couldn’t.

Even as everyone pulled away from him, he still needed to rank people.

Daniel glanced at me.

I knew the look.

He was asking permission.

Not to defend himself.

To finally continue reading …