Chapter 11

“I didn’t exactly say that, Charlie—”

“But you impliedit,” the teenager retorted sharply. “You think people are going to pick on me and I need to know to use a gun to, what, intimidate them? Or are you thinking maybe I’m a good fit for one of those kids that shoots up their school?”

Jude bowed his head, rubbing his eyes.

“That wasn’t what I meant, Charlie. I thought it’d be nice to do something outside instead of having you cooped up in your room all the time.”

Firmly, Charlie pushed back from the table and stood up, abandoning the plate still piled with half-eaten food.

“Yeah, well, that’s not how it came across.”

Before Jude was able to respond, the space opposite was empty, Charlie’s footsteps heavy upon the stairs.

“Well, Dad,” said Rowan with a bemused smile, reaching out for more potatoes, “I think that could have gone better.”

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