230. Don't Want This

~ RIG ~

“It’s not like you to show up at home, Rig,” my father said quietly, starting to jog down the stairs. He was in suit slacks and a white shirt, but he’d opened the top button and rolled up the sleeves.

The knuckles of his right hand were red.

Fury washed through me in such a tidal wave I almost lost it. Almost went straight for his throat. But I couldn’t, I reminded myself. I had to do this right. All the formalities. All the witnesses.

All the prayers that Cara was with the Night Walker and not directly in my father’s hands.

“How was your trip?” he asked and anyone who didn’t know him would have thought the question was entirely casual. Just a dad asking his kid