Chapter 98 Ninety-eight

• Evans
• I pull the car up to the curb at Brandon's pre-K just as the kids come running out of the front doors. Most of them dart straight to their parents, talking animatedly about their days as they climb into the cars.
• Brandon is usually just as exuberant at the end of a long day, but for the past few weeks, he's been noticeably downcast. Instead of running up to the car, he trudges over with his head down and his eyes glued to the pavement. I almost wish I didn't know why.