CHAPTER ELEVEN
Riley brooded silently during most of the drive back to Fredericksburg. The guidance counselor hadn’t told her much over the phone. The only thing Riley knew right now was that Jilly had hit another kid in school. Riley was expected at the counselor’s office to help sort things out.
As they neared the school, Bill broke the silence.
“Stop beating yourself up about this, Riley.”
Riley continued to stare out the window.
“What makes you think that’s what I’m doing?” she said.
“Come on, Riley. This is Bill you’re talking to.”
Riley hesitated, then said, “I’m afraid I’m really screwing things up.”
Bill let out a grunt of disapproval.
“So what? Who isn’t screwing up? Do you think I’m such a perfect parent? Hell, I only see my boys on weekends. What kind of dad does that m
