Chapter 4
The very next Monday, Brad approached Douglas’s door. He raised his hand to knock, though hesitated. What if Douglas was in one of his moods? Is there any question? What if he got bawled at again? He couldn’t take it. He dropped his hand to his side. s**t, I shouldn’t have to put up with this.
He inhaled and raised his hand again. Holding his breath, he knocked.
“Come in.” The voice was deep and loud; Douglas’s voice, though it didn’t have the usual gruffness.
Brad had never stepped foot into Douglas’s home. Never had he got further than the front door. More curious than nervous, he turned the handle, opened the door, and poked his head in. “Hello?”
The front room looked lived-in. The home gym and television he’d seen many times from the foyer, along with the faded and worn
