Allie
Chase came home looking like he had already been suspended.
He entered through the garage just after sunset, still wearing the dark coat from the university. His face was tired, his jaw tense, and his phone remained in his hand as notifications continued appearing across the screen.
He did not come directly to the living room.
He stopped near the kitchen entrance when he saw me.
For a moment, neither of us spoke.
The television behind me showed another replay of the confrontation.
Chase approaching Logan.
The shove.
His hand gripping Logan’s coat.
His fist pulling back before Missy stepped between them.
The clip ended there every time.
No explanation.
No context.
Only the worst seconds repeated until they looked like the whole truth.
I picked up the remote and turned o
