rang. Leo gasped and sprinted toward the door, his sneakers squeaking on the hardwood.
I took a deep breath. I mentally armor-plated my emotions. Mark was here.
I walked to the door just as Leo threw it open.
“Daddy!”
Mark stood on the porch, looking like he had stepped out of a GQ spread. His suit was a charcoal three-piece, tailored to within an inch continue reading …
