Intrusion

‘I was so ashamed.’ Freya covered her face with both hands. ‘Too ashamed to live. I would’ve…But I have Niall to think about.’ She touched the baby’s cheek, wiped away the drool from the corner of his mouth. ‘And Landon. Poor boy. He was another victim. I never knew.’ Tears streamed down her cheeks. I sat and said nothing as Freya wept silently. ‘He’s like a son to me, you know.’ She took a long breath, looked at me. ‘I can’t imagine what he had to live through, seeing Brennan every day.’ ‘It’s all in the past now,’ I managed. ‘Landon has moved on. You should, too.’ I was about to take my leave when I heard a loud crashing sound from outside. Rising, I approached the front door, thinking maybe Patrick had taken a bad fall. But it wasn’t his voice talking. ‘Step aside, old man, before this pipe wrench splits open your head like a watermelon.’ ‘You can’t…’ Patrick grunted in pain. I was dashing now, but before I made it to the front door, it was shoved open from the outside. Bright sunli