Chapter 6Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Phillipe had been home from work no more than five minutes when the police officer and Delron appeared in the hallway. No matter how much Phillipe tried, he couldn’t make himself say anything. His eyes stayed glued to Delron, but Delron wouldn’t look at him. He kept his eyes firmly on his shoes, not once looking up.
“Maybe a bag of clothes?” The policeman spoke in a careful voice, as if he was expecting all hell to break loose.
“That’s all I need.”
Phillipe could hardly hear Delron’s mumble, but once the words registered, it was like a slap in the face. He doesn’t want anything but his clothes? They’d lived here for five years, and Del didn’t want any of their stuff? The ball of anxiety he’d carried around for the last week burned as if on fire. Delron di
