“Did she complain to you again?”

The word “again” immediately alerted Sullivan.

“She didn’t complain. I asked.”

Hendrix curled his lips, his expression dismissive. “Don’t cover for her.”

Sullivan replied, “I’m not covering for her. Hendrix, a man should care...”

“You handle your own game; I’m going to find my mom.”

In the spacious living room, the brilliant lights illuminated the ...