I tightened my jaw and kept moving, but when I hit the living room, I caught sight of Mom.
She was curled up on the couch with an old photo album in her lap, smiling down at baby pictures of Diane and me like nothing had ever gone wrong in our family.
When she spotted me, her face lit up. "Where are you going, honey?"
I didn't even answer. Didn't trust myself not to snap. I just kept walking, out the front door and straight toward the garage.
The garage was cold. I yanked open my car door and grabbed my phone off the passenger's seat. Three missed calls from Ash lit up the screen.
"Fuck," I groaned, tapping the screen to call him back. Straight to voicemail. Tried again. Same thing
Great. Just fucking great.
I shoved a hand through my hair, pacing the garage.
I needed to breathe, needed to hear a voice that wasn't my dad's, so I scrolled down and called Ian.
He picked up immediately. "Dom? What's wrong? Did you talk to him yet?"
