Every light in the house was blaring when Barry pulled into the driveway. His house looked like a fucking Christmas tree, which didn’t bode well for the occupants. He took a couple of deep breaths before getting out of the car and walking up the stairs. The front door was unlocked and when he swung it open, noise assaulted him. He took off his jacket and slung it over the bench in the entryway before making his way into the front sitting room. The stereo was on and Abby and Freddie were ...