Chapter 4The following day, Ryland heard his father’s voice coming from the shop as he worked in the laboratory. As he reached the door, it was in time to see his father, his arm raised, hand curled into a fist as if to strike Henry and a look of pure fury on his face.
The expression as much as the stance stirred a long-buried memory.
I’ve seen him like this before. But it was me he stood over. When I was a child.
An image flashed through his mind, too swift for him to truly recall it, but before he could try and bring it back, Jabez lowered his arm, and composed his features.
“I came to take you to lunch. Ensley, here was being…difficult.” Jabez indicated Henry.
In all the years Ryland had lived and worked with Henry, his father hadn’t once called to visit, much less be social. Alarm
