NATALIE HANOVER
She heard his raised voice before they'd even stepped on the porch. The heavy, awful feeling in her stomach spread through her.
Hurrying to the door of his workshop, Natalie forgot Susan was with her. She stopped just inside the room. Garrett's back was to them, and he towered over Andie, who sat hunched on the stool.
"These are my things," Garrett said and Natalie heard the anger in his voice. "Did you ask permission to come in here?"
"No," Andie whispered. "I was just playing."
"This isn't your playroom, Andie."
"I'm sorry," she replied. Natalie saw her daughter's lower lip tremble. She stepped forward, ready to take control, but Susan grabbed her arm and whispered, "Look."
