I Overheard My Stepson Say, “The Job’s Done. The Car’s Been Tampered With” – So I Gave His Father a Gift
The bag of fried chicken from Ingles was still warm in my hand when I heard my stepson’s voice in the garage. Not raised. Not angry. Casual. “Yeah. I already cut the brake line.” I stopped moving so abruptly my shoulder twinged. The paper bag crinkled softly, an obscene sound in the sudden stillness, and…