H A I L E Y
The house was filled with the smell of melted cheese and teenage giggles.
Aria and Chloe were sprawled on the living room floor, their faces illuminated by the glow of the TV screen. They were watching some cheesy rom com, the kind where the two star crossed lovers overcome all odds to be together.
I was in the kitchen, pretending to clean the counters, my mind a million miles away. Every few minutes, my eyes would drift towards the stairs, a silent prayer on my lips. Please, let him be okay. Please, let this all be a misunderstanding.
Dominic was in the study, on a conference call with some business associates from Japan, but I knew his mind was on our son, too. We were both trapped in a state of suspended animation, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
I could hear the f
