In the kitchen, Raymond sipped espresso and watched Tucker point a make-believe gun at his schoolmate, Paul. He smiled at their innocent backyard play.
To escape Tucker’s crosshairs, Paul dropped and started digging. Freshly packed dirt flew.
Raymond’s smile splintered. The cup slipped from his fingers, bone china shattering in the sink.
They froze and turned.
The boys ditched their game for the promise of chocolate and hazelnut.
And none too soon. If Paul had continued digging, he would have met Tucker’s mother for the first time. And that was a reality Raymond was not ready to explain.