(Sloane)
I heard the garage door open.
He was home.
I stayed where I was at the kitchen island. Waited.
A minute later he walked in.
He looked terrible. The bruising on his face was worse than last night. The bandage on his forehead stood out against his skin.
But he was walking around like nothing happened.
"Hey," he said.
"Where were you?"
"I had to run an errand."
"What kind of errand?"
"Just something I needed to take care of."
I looked at him. "You're lying."
"I'm not lying."
"Yes you are. I can tell when you're lying, Kieran."
He walked over to the coffee maker. Poured himself a cup. Didn't say anything.
"Where were you?" I asked again.
He turned to look at me. "I went to see Vaughn."
"Without telling me."
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because I needed to handle it."
"You need
