Chapter 57
JULIAN POLE
When I walked into the apartment the place felt too quiet for a Sunday. I could hear the TV on in the living room but it was low like my dad was pretending he was not waiting for me. I tossed my keys into the bowl by the door and tried to act casual even though my heart was beating crazy. I kept thinking about tomorrow morning. About getting out of Brooklyn. About leaving before anything else goes wrong.
I stepped into the living room and my dad muted the TV right away. He looked tired. He always looks tired after a week of night shifts and paperwork. My mom was at the hospital on a holiday rotation. So it was just the two of us tonight. Of course it had to be tonight.
He looked at me like he already knew something was up. Maybe he could feel it. I walked in front of the TV and cleared my throat.
"Dad, I need to tell you something."
He sat up straighter. "What happened? Something wrong?"
