She should have insisted Devon keep the toy to himself. Not like she could have stopped him, really. But she was getting very tired of being asked questions she wasn't able to answer.

Brandsom looked fit to implode. Or tear her apart. She was sure it was in his hopes and dreams. But not with her parents present in their perfect beige living room.

"We were shopping." Her voice fell dead in her ears, weighing her down, making her throat hurt. Or maybe that was from the ...