ran over my son’s bike.”
Gary barely reacted.
“Well, if he left it somewhere a vehicle could hit it, that’s partly on him.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“You didn’t check behind your truck.”
He shrugged again.
“Then maybe he’ll learn to be more careful where he leaves things.”
That was when I started losing patience.
Jake had worked for almost a year to afford that bike.
Gary had destroyed it in a few seconds.
And somehow he was acting as though my son was the one who
