“Lyle.” There was so much relief in his father’s voice that Lyle’s heart felt like it was going to explode right then and there.
“Dad, I’m coming home.” The small sentence was enough to bring tears to Lyle’s eyes.
Vaughn lowered his voice, and Lyle heard the shuffle of what could have been blankets. “Mary’s dead.”
The cold fingers of fear wound around Lyle’s panicked heart. “How…?” He shut down the question. It somehow didn’t seem important in the least. “I didn’t do it. I swear to everything that I—”
“I know,” Vaughn said quickly. “I know that. I wouldn’t ever think that. Just…Tell me what happened. Henry said you were upset when you left. That you were in trouble.”