Theo shifted in his seat, his hand moving to the steering wheel. He adjusted his cap again, looking at Brandon for direction.
“We have the cabin rented,” Brandon said, his voice rising in panic. “I already committed to the guys weeks ago, Amy. I cannot back out now.”
“You are choosing your friends over your daughters,” I said.
“That is not fair,” Brandon said, his voice cracking slightly. He stepped out onto the concrete porch, the green duffel bag swinging against his leg.
“Just go,” I said.
“Amy, come on,” Brandon said, but he was already walking toward the passenger side of the truck.
He did not look back as he threw the duffel bag into the truck bed, where it slid against a metal toolbox.
I stood in the doorway, my fingers gripping my collarbone as the cold wind brushed against my wet shirt.
The truck door slammed shut, the heavy metal sound echoing across the quiet suburban street.
Theo backed the truck out of the driveway, the red taillights cutting through the darkness of our small front yard.
