When my son sl:apped me for interrupting his video game, I just lowered my head and walked to the kitchen. I spent three hours baking his favorite triple-chocolate cake

officers.

The smirk disappeared from his face so completely it was almost beautiful.

Officer Grant slowly turned on the stool, coffee cup still in hand. “Evan Hale?”

Evan froze. “What is this?”

Marissa lowered her phone immediately.

I lifted the glass dome from the cake. Warm chocolate scent drifted through the kitchen between all of us.

“This,” I said calmly,continue reading …