Chapter 62

No one could be more surprised than he to see them show up. He had planned on meeting Helen alone at her own apartment. With his hammer.

But not yet. And not here.

A smile and a nod were all he could muster for a greeting. He wanted to say, Where are the children? What have you done with the children? Drinking alcohol, popping pills, deeming a career more important than babies, now leaving them for a frivolous weekend. What kind of mother are you?