looked at Jake again.
And for the first time since destroying that bike, Gary seemed completely focused on what my son was saying.
Jake kept talking calmly.
Gary didn’t interrupt him once.
I stood by the window watching the whole thing.
Whatever Jake had pulled from his pocket had changed the conversation instantly.
And judging by Gary’s face, my twelve-year-old son had apparently noticed something I had missed.
Something important enough to make a man who had refused to take responsibility suddenly listen very carefully.
