Back at the house, Thorn and the police managed to get the media to back off if he offered a quick statement. He kept it simple with little detail and promised they would hear from his manager in a few days.

Thorn walked back into the house and flopped down on the couch.

“Dada.” Bella reached for him from Darla’s lap.

“Hey, baby girl. It’s been a crazy day, huh? Daddy needs his little Pickles hugs.”

Caly walked in, trying to not make eye contact. “Mama? Where is the potato masher?”

“I laid it on the counter by the bread box.”

“Thanks.”

Thorn sighed as she walked away, avoiding him....