Chapter 3

Becca was busy putting the few clothes she’d hurriedly packed into the dresser Daddy had made especially for her. There was a matching one in Tad’s room.

“I’m done unpacking, Daddy.”

“All right, Becca. Why don’t we go see if the hot chocolate is ready?”

They walked into the living room to find Mr. Tom already there.

“Here we go,” he said, holding up a tray and smiling at them. “Swiss Miss all around.”

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“WHAT DO YOU think will happen, Mr. Tom?” Tad and Mr. Tom had brought the empty mugs to the kitchen, passing his father’s bedroom.

Daddy had gone to make that phone call, and though the door was closed, Tad could hear his voice was raised in something almost like fury.