Chapter Sixteen: Messing with God's Child

Daggers and Flat Tires: The Cost of Walking on Eggshells

Like history, which in all its irony has been known to repeat itself, things went up and then downhill quickly. Most days Dominic would come home from work with a chip on his shoulder and looks that could kill. Nothing Renata did was right. This time, she couldn’t just retreat to a small corner of the house until it was over; he was becoming much more aggressive. Shawn had taken to going directly to his room after school, staying there until it was time for school the next day. It was so unusual for a boy his age to live like a hermit. He wasn’t even coming down to eat dinner anymore.