“Don’t fucking lie to me,” he said. “Mrs. Garrett hasn’t seen her since breakfast and you haven’t gotten out of bed all day. What the hell were you thinking? Are you fucking hungover again?”

“Not so loud Barry,” Heather wailed, “I can’t think when you yell at me.”

“I am fucking done with you,” he said. “Pack your shit and get the hell out of my house. This was the absolute last fucking straw.”

“How is this my fault?” she yelled, getting ...