Junior
I force myself to work out at the gym, because Dio, if I watch Desiree shaking those hips in her yoga pants and tank during Zumba, I’m going to march in there, throw her over my shoulder and carry her to the locker room shower. And let me tell you, I wouldn’t be washing her hair in that shower.
I text Earl to find out the significance of the day for Desiree.
He replies right away—it’s the boy’s birthday.
Well, f**k.
I know how hard those dates are. Except my child is dead. And Desiree’s isn’t, he’s been stolen from her. I fire off another text to Earl putting more pressure on him to find her son. Hire every detective in town. Get them all on the case, I tell him. I want this kid found yesterday.
Cheering people up isn’t my strong suit, as evidenced by my wife’s mental state fo
