Ryan was at the back door waiting for him.
“Where’s Mom?”
“She’s away,” Adam said.
“What do you mean, away?”
“She’s traveling.”
“Where?”
“It’s a teacher’s thing. She’ll be home soon.”
Ryan’s voice was a panicked whine. “I need my uniform, remember?”
“Did you check your drawer?”
“Yes!” The panicked whine had upgraded itself to a shout. “You asked me that yesterday! I checked the drawer and the laundry basket!”
“How about the washer and dryer?”
“I checked both of those too! I checked everywhere!”
“Okay,” Adam said, “calm down.”
“But I need my uniform! If you don’t have your uniform, Coach Jauss makes you run extra laps and miss a game.”
“No problem. Let’s look for it.”
“You never find anything! We need Mom! Why isn’t she answering my texts?”
“She’s out of range.”
“You don’t get it! You don’t-”
“No, Ryan, you don’t get it!”
Adam heard his voice boom through the house. Ryan stopped. Adam didn’t.
“You think your mother and I exist only to serve you? Is that what you think? Well, here’s something you should learn right now, pal. Your mom and I are human beings too. Big surprise, right? We have lives too. We get sad, just like you. We worry about our lives, just like you. We aren’t here just to serve you or do your bidding. Now do you get it?”
Tears filled his son’s eyes. Adam heard footsteps. He turned toward them. Thomas was at the top of the steps, staring down at his father in disbelief.
“I’m sorry, Ryan. I didn’t mean-”
Ryan sprinted up the stairs.
“Ryan!”
Ryan ran past his brother. Adam heard the bedroom door slam shut. Thomas stayed at the top of the stairs and looked at him.
“I lost my temper,” Adam said. “It happens.”
Thomas didn’t say anything for a long moment. Then he said, “Dad?”
“What?”
“Where’s Mom?”
He closed his eyes. “I told you. She’s away at a teachers’ thing.”
“She was just away at a teachers’ thing.”
“There’s another.”
“Where?”
“Atlantic City.”
Thomas shook his head. “No.”
“What do you mean, no?”
“I know where she is,” Thomas said. “And it’s nowhere near Atlantic City.”